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I came upon a child of god. He was walking along the road. When I asked him 'Where are you going? '. This he told me. . I'm going down to Yasgur's farm. Think I'll join a rock 'n' roll band. I'
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And I'm going back again. 'Cause it's blowing in the wind. That's carryin' me home Oh, southern comfort. Don't leave me low. Oh, southern comfort. Keeps calling me home. Yeah And all these actors
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town. That old Magnolia wind done let me down. Sweet Dixie cannot fix me now. There ain't no southern comfort anyhow Yeah, the honeysuckles growing the fence line. And Georgia sun keeps pouring down
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understand. When I miss my Tennessee home. And I been away, way too long. I can't see this world unless I go. Outside my Southern Comfort zone I have walked the streets of Rome, I have been to foreign
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understand. When I miss my Tennessee home. And I been away, way too long. I can't see this world unless I go. Outside my Southern Comfort zone I have walked the streets of Rome, I have been to foreign
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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
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hope you understand. When I miss my Tennessee Home. And I been away way too long. I can't see this world unless I go. Outside my Southern Comfort Zone. . I have walked the streets of Rome, I have
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hope you understand. When I miss my Tennessee Home. And I been away way too long. I can't see this world unless I go. Outside my Southern Comfort Zone. . I have walked the streets of Rome, I have
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understand. When I miss my Tennessee home. And I been away, way too long. I can't see this world unless I go. Outside my Southern Comfort zone I have walked the streets of Rome, I have been to foreign
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We're talking trash again like long sedated lovers. Baby what's become of us. A latent memory of southern springs and summers. Maybe winter in New York It's started raining now on all my best
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. When I miss my Tennessee home. And I've been away way too long. I can't see this world unless I go. Outside my Southern comfort zone. I have walked the streets of Rome, I have been to foreign lands. I
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Written by james young, raymond brandle. Lead vocals by james young First met you in a southern town. On a warm november day. You made me smoke like a whirlwind. I knew we had nothing to say
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. He squeezes. Then lets go your hand Comfort me, comfort me He sat out of the lamplight. As if to hide. While waiting for who. I'll never know. He smokes like he means it. To fill what he feels
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Under the southern cross. I am just a stranger in a strange land. Shadow beneath the stars. . Though I have seen this cross. I am just a whisper in the strange land. . Endless waves of souls
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