A
I've been a thrill seeking rambler
                          E
And often came into this town

But the thrills were too high for my little sky
      A           E            A
So I dug in and I've settled down

And I got a good job in Nashville
                          E
No way they can pay me enough
       A                  D            E         A
For grindin' up tobacco leaves Making brut and snuff

[Chorus]
D                   E        A
Southern comfort is killin' me

[Verse 2]
D                         A
I'm slowly chokin' in Tennessee
                          E
I shovel the snuff until late afternoon
         A                D           E            A
Then I crawl with the traffic and I choke on its fumes
     D                                 A
And fall on the face when I get to my room

[Chorus]
D                   E       A
Southern comfort is killin' me

[Verse 3]
A
I met a woman in Nashville
                             E
For a while we were carryin' on

She'd washed snuff out of my shirts every night
     A             E         A
And keep me with clean ones on

But I guess she got tired of tobacco
                          E
At least of the regular kind
     A                          D
Now I'm still workin' where nicotine
                   E            A
And memories are burnin' in my mind

[Chorus]
     D                   E      A
And Southern comfort is killin' me

[Verse 4]
      D                         A
The Cumberland cannot enhermit each bee
                               E
I'm sniffin' and dippin' and livin' alone
          A                      D
I smell funny smoke and I know where she's gone
          E                       A
She's in some other county now proving her own
 D                    E     A    D                   E     A 
Southern comfort is killin' me Southern comfort is killin' me