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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSouthern Comfort
I've been a thrill seeking rambler and often came into this townBut the thrills were too high for my little sky so I dug in and I've settled downAnd I got a good job in Nashville no way they can pay me enoughFor grindin' up tobacco leaves making brut and snuffSouthern comfort is killin' me I'm slowly chokin' in TennesseeI shovel the snuff until late afternoonThen I crawl with the traffic and I choke on its fumesAnd fall on the face when I get to my room southern comfort is killin' meI met a woman in Nashville for a while we were carryin' onShe'd washed the snuff out of my shirts every nightAnd keep me with clean ones onBut I guess she got tired of tobacco at least of the regular kindNow I'm still workin' where nicotine and memories're burning my mindAnd southern comfort is killin' me the Cumberland cannot enhermit each beeI'm sniffin' and dippin' and livin' aloneI smell funny smoke and I know where she's goneShe's in some other county now proving her ownSouthern comfort is killin' me southern comfort is killin' me
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