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 grinding up tobacco leaves Making brute and snuff
Southern comfort is killing me
I´m slowly choking 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 killing me
I met a woman in Nashville For a while we were carrying 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 working where nicotine And memories are burning in my mind
Southern comfort is killing me
The Cumberland cannot inherit each bee I´m sniffing and dipping and living alone I smell funny smoke and I know where she´s gone She´s in some other county now proving her own