I'm a trusting old soul, babe,
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And I guess I'll never change
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I'm a trusting old soul
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And I guess that I'm never gonna change
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I've done it all the hard way
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And I dug it, too
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I'm just that strange
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I'm a trusting old soul, babe,
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And I guess I'll always be
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I'm a trusting old soul
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And I guess that I'll always be
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I drive down by the poorhouse
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And ev'rybody looks like me
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I'm a trusting old soul, babe,
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And I guess I'll never learn
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I'm a trusting old soul
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And I guess that I'll never learn
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I walk out in my swimsuit
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And ev'rytime I wind up burned
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I'm a trusting old soul, babe,
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And I guess I'll never see
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I'm a trusting old soul
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And I guess that I'll never see
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There's so many salesmen
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In line to meet a mark like me
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I'm a trusting old soul, babe,
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And I guess I'll stay that way
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I'm a trusting old soul, doll
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I guess I'm gonna stay that way
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The birds are busy singin'
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I can hear 'em any clear, blue day
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Yeah, the birds are busy singin'
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I hear 'em any clear, blue day
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Birds are busy singin'
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I hear 'em any clear, blue day
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Trusting Old Soul
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| Steve Forbert |
