©2023 Luke Hoffman
Music and Lyrics - Luke Hoffman
Vocals, Guitars, Piano, Bass, Drums - Luke Hoffman
Produced by Luke Hoffman
Lyrics
Got off work at a quarter ‘til
I was out of weed and I was out of pills
I needed something cool for my mouth
Wine and beer, they don’t do it for me
I need something that’ll bring me to my knees
Southern Comfort keeps me in the South
I thought about moving but it brings a tear
To my bloodshot eye when I can’t be near
That sweet golden-brown liquid at my house
It takes me away from my misery
And sends me to a place that I want to be
Southern Comfort keeps me in the South
Oh my god I’m out of commission again
I can’t get up from my couch
But If I could still move I wouldn’t, ‘cause
It’d disrupt the flow of alcohol in my blood
Southern Comfort keeps me in the South
Oh my god I’m out of commission again
I can’t get up from my couch
But If I could still move I wouldn’t, ‘cause
It’d disrupt the flow of alcohol in my blood
Southern Comfort keeps me in the South
Janis drank it so why can’t I?
And if you take away my whiskey, Lord, I just might die
Over the porcelain bowl I’m bound to crouch
Then up to bed to sleep off the binge
Until I wake up in the morning, start drinking again
Southern Comfort keeps me in the South