C# I've been a thrill seeking rambler G# And often came into this town C# F# But the thrills were too high for my little sky C# G# C# So I dug in and I've settled down And I got a good job in Nashville No way they can pay me enough For grindin' up tobacco leaves Making brut and snuff Припев: F# C# Southern comfort is killin' me F# C# I'm slowly chokin' in Tennessee F# C# I shovel the snuff until late afternoon Then I crawl with the traffic and I choke on its fumes And fall on the face when I get to my room C# G# C# Southern comfort is killin' me I met a woman in Nashville For a while we were carrying on She'd washed snuff out of my shirts every night And keep me with clean ones on But I guess she got tired of tobacco At least of the regular kind Now I'm still working where nicotine And memories are burning in my mind Припев: And Southern comfort is killin' me The Cumberland cannot inherit each bee I'm sniffing and dipping and living alone I smell funny smoke and I know where she's gone She's in some other county now proving her own Southern comfort is killin' me Southern comfort is killin' me Подобрать аккорды без баррэ | ТональностьСбросить Размер шрифтаСбросить Аппликатуры аккордовC# ![]() F# ![]() G# ![]() |