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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 its 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. |
