Paroles de la chanson Southern Comfort par Johnny Cash
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Paroles de la chanson Southern Comfort par Johnny Cash
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
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
Southern comfort is killing me
Southern comfort is killing me
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