Johnny Cash

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I've been a thrill seeking rambler
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And often came into this town
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But the thrills were too high for my little sky
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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

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Southern comfort is killin' me
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I'm slowly chokin' in Tennessee
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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
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Southern comfort is killin' 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

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And Southern comfort is killin' 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 killin' me
Southern comfort is killin' me