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I've a thrill seeking rambler
And often came into town
But the were too high for my little sky
So I dug in and settled down

And I got a job in Nashville
No way they can pay me
For up tobacco leaves
Making brut and

comfort is killin' me

I'm slowly chokin' in
I shovel the snuff late afternoon
Then I crawl the traffic and I choke on its fumes
And fall on the face when I get to my

comfort is killin' me

I met a in Nashville
For a while we carryin' on
She'd washed snuff out of my every night
And keep me clean ones on

But I guess she got tired of
At least of the kind
Now I'm workin' where nicotine
And memories are burnin' in my

And Southern is killin' me

The Cumberland cannot each bee
I'm sniffin' and dippin' and livin'
I smell funny and I know where she's gone
She's in some other county now her own

Southern comfort is me
Southern comfort is me