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SHOOTER JENNINGS lyrics - Put The "O" Back In Country

Southern Comfort

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Take me home Well, I came to Cali on a highway from Nashville It's all a gamble for the fortune and fame My education came from reading the road signs Just another fool who got lost in the game And I'm going back again 'Cause it's blowing in the wind That's carryin' me home Oh, southern comfort Don't leave me low Oh, southern comfort Keeps calling me home Yeah And all these actors, man, they're living in castles And with the earthquakes they'll sink in the sea Who makes a living off of heartbreaks and hassles? And scientologists make no sense to me So I'm going back again 'Cause it's blowing like the wind That's carryin' me home Oh, southern comfort Don't leave me low Oh, southern comfort Keeps calling me home Oh, southern comfort Don't leave me low Oh, southern comfort Keeps calling me home Oh, southern comfort Don't leave me low Oh, southern comfort Keeps calling me home Oh, southern comfort Don't leave me low Oh, southern comfort Keeps calling me home Oh, southern comfort Don't leave me low Oh, southern comfort Keeps calling me home C'mon take me home

Southern Comfort

ERIC CARMEN "Singles"
(Eric Carmen) Recorded by The Quick Epic 10516 / 1969 Northern lovin's mean, so cold and weary You know, I got to go down South to get love right And the way they love down South You know it makes my blood run hot I need some southern comfort, hey, hey, hey Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey Well I've had my fill of gold I trade for women Now I need some southern hospitality And the way they love down South, You know it makes my blood run hot I need some southern comfort, hey, hey, hey Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey So if you wanna keep me satisfied You gotta give me some southern comfort tonight Well I've had my fill of gold I trade for women No, I need some southern hospitality And the way they love down South, You know it makes my blood run hot I need some southern comfort, hey, hey, hey Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey And the way they love down South, You know it makes my blood run hot Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey Some southern comfort, hey, hey, hey (Oh, you know I want it baby) Gimme some of your southern comfort, hey, hey, hey

Southern Comfort

JOHNNY CASH "Ragged Old Flag"
I've been a thrill seeking rambler And often came into this town But the thrills were too high for my little sky 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 Southern comfort is killin' me I'm slowly chokin' in Tennessee 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 Southern comfort is killin' me I met a woman in Nashville For a while we were carryin' 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 workin' where nicotine And memories are burnin' in my mind And Southern comfort is killin' me The Cumberland cannot enhermit each bee I'm sniffin' and dippin' and livin' 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

Conversation

JONI MITCHELL "Ladies Of The Canyon"
He comes for conversation I comfort him sometimes Comfort and consultation He knows that's what he'll find I bring him apples and cheeses He brings me songs to play He sees me when he pleases I see him in cafes And I only say, hello And turn away before his lady knows How much I want to see him She removes him, like a ring To wash her hands She only brings him out to show her friends I want to free him Secrets and sharing soda That's how our time began Love is a story told to a friend It's second hand But I'll listen to his questions I'll give my answers when they're found He says she keeps him guessing I know she keeps him down She speaks in sorry sentences Miraculous repentances I don't believe her Tomorrow he will come to me And he'll speak his sorrow's endlessly and he'll ask me why Why can't I leave her? He comes for conversation I comfort him sometimes Comfort and consultation He knows thats what he'll find He knows that's what......he'll find

Someone Keeps Calling My Name

HARRY CHAPIN "Portrait Gallery"
My name is Jenny and I am four fingers old Mostly I just try to do the things that I am told But when they say that I'm too young a girl to ride a bike I may be just four fingers old but I know what I like Someone keeps calling my name Someone keeps calling my name Or is it just the rustling of the wind Or is it just that I need a friend Someone keeps calling my name, my name My name is Jason and I'm ten birthdays old My parents had me years ago to have and to hold But sometimes they don't talk too much or touch hardly at all It's strange how two can share a life divided by a wall Someone keeps calling my name Someone keeps calling my name Or is it just the rustling of the wind Or is it just that I need a friend Someone keeps calling my name, my name My name is Jonathon, I'm fifty seasons old I say it that way 'cause I love the changes each year holds But as I look around I see some changes nature never planned I guess it's time to change ourselves, at least while we still can Someone keeps calling my name Someone keeps calling my name Or is it just the rustling of the wind Or is it just that I need a friend Someone keeps calling my name, my name My name is Jaime, fifteen years I've been to young Is it time to taste the truth and toss it off my tounge? The world has come a-calling and it's bleeding at my door Am I supposed to turn away, or is this what I'm here for? Someone keeps calling my name Someone keeps calling my name Or is it just the rustling of the wind Or is it just that I need a friend Someone keeps calling my name, my name

Callin' My Name

THE JACKA "Tear Gas"
[Intro: Mistah F.A.B] This song goes out to all the hustlas out there Trying to leave the game you know It keep callin they name [Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B] When I wake up in the morning you know what I see? The world is the ghetto smoking on " D" my lil cuzzin thirteen strung out on "E" Can't blame him his mamma on "C" Uh O-K-E 27 but she look like a old lady grind grind fuck working at old navy Rather slang girl and make the world go crazy Who am I? mayne ain't no betta just a yung nigga lost tryna get this chedda Starring out the window wishing on a shooting star Tryna get dumb money go and buy a stupid car Pray to lord trying to heal my flaws hollin to the heavens hope he hear my calls Wana leave the game but I'm stuck and I'm trapped so I call on my nigga jack [Chorus:] Trying to leave the game but it keeps calling my name [Verse 2: The Jacka] This rap shit will have you on a hole 300 kick a black nigga down a hole like 300 Twist an 8th in the backwood boy and breathe on it down to ma list key Bout to copp a quarter kick all the real niggas see I'm still out there They like he rappin but I'm trappin I'm a real nightmare White tee's blue jeans nikes all I wear lost a nigga to a gunshot I've been there Killed a nigga for a small amount life ain't fair coke white leather seats 40 glock under there catch a sucka in a traffic and I'm aiming at his head Ran back to the game became a millionaire hit a lick on my connect I got so much shit for sale I'm on my nigga nextel bout to take the streets back Rainbow fish scale coke feel is all I know Islam help me let It go when times get hard It's the game that I'm running to many nigga dies from the "D" that runnin though What would the profit do so I maksallah got the world in my palms Something about the streets got my heart and my mind Up with beasts fuck school I'm on the grind got slapp in the benz My nigg let's ride around fresh out the lab with the new shit nigga check out the sounds [Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B] Man I'm riddin gettin tacked pro-meth in ma cup chain in my stomach Strapped near the gut paranoid can't lie been throught it all Still here another year yea I made it dawg trying to get further without getting murdered Moms words brought me ain't trying to disturb her I got a good girl but I really don't deserve her cause I'm out here doing shit that's unheard of Trying to do right but wrongs so easy lied soo much when I'm right she don't believe me Gotta stay strapped niggaz jack for the bling So I ride with the jack cause he stay on his thing Giving me game so I could survive in this game he said he trying to leave but it keeps Callin his name looked him in the eye And said "bruh it do the same shits fucking with my brain I need a change" [Chorus: x2] Trying to leave the game but it keeps calling my name

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