| Right next door to the airport,
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| An hour from baton rouge.
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| There’s a City on the Delta
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| Where they love to sing the blues.
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| A lady there I’m certain
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| She can make a man of you. |
| Yeah.
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| There’s a pretty little crucifix
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| That hangs above her bed.
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| The bottle she holds sacred
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| Cause it helps her to forget
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| But Jesus saves and liquor knows
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| That don’t pay the rent.
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| She knows what you’re lookin' for
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| And she can give to you.
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| And the mirror is an enemy.
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| It never tells the truth.
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| It used to be a good friend
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| That she never thought she’d lose.
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| Till it captured all over her innocence
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| And stole away her youth. |
| Yeah.
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| All right.
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| She knows what you’re lookin' for
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| And she can give it to you.
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| So if you want some southern comfort,
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| Come and get it boy, yeah.
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| Once you taste of southern comfort.
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| Oh, you’ll be back for more
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| And with her lovin' touch
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| It wont take too much time to set you free.
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| A little southern comfort’s all you need.
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| Oh it’s all you need.
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| And a thousand people have walked your stairs
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| To knock upon your door
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| Each one brand new cross to bare
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| Each one harder than the one before
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| And I, bet you wished for something else
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| I bet you wished for a whole lot more
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| So if you want some southern comfort,
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| Come and get it boy, yeah.
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| Once you taste of southern comfort,
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| Ooh you’ll be back for more, and
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| With her lovin' touch
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| It wont take too much time to set you free
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| A little southern comfort’s all you need. |