Southern Comfort

I've been a thrill seeking rambler

And often came into this town

But the thrills were too high for my little sky

So I dug in and I've settled down

And I got a good job in Nashville

No way they can pay me enough

For grindin' up tobacco leaves

Making brut and snuff

Southern comfort is killin' me

I'm slowly chokin' in Tennessee

I shovel the snuff until late afternoon

Then I crawl with the traffic and I choke on its fumes

And fall on the face when I get to my room

Southern comfort is killin' me

I met a woman in Nashville

For a while we were carryin' on

She'd washed snuff out of my shirts every night

And keep me with clean ones on

But I guess she got tired of tobacco

At least of the regular kind

Now I'm still workin' where nicotine

And memories are burnin' in my mind

And Southern comfort is killin' me

The Cumberland cannot enhermit each bee

I'm sniffin' and dippin' and livin' alone

I smell funny smoke and I know where she's gone

She's in some other county now proving her own

Southern comfort is killin' me

Southern comfort is killin' me