Southern Comfort (Acoustic)

Blacktop, down in the ditches Hitching a ride back to where I'm from Catching second-hand smoke or a greyhound bus Pretty or not, baby, here I come I had high hopes, it was all downhill Life flying by like I was standing still I'm a little nobody from the middle of nowhere Gotta get home, I know I will 'cause I'm missing that southern comfort Deep water, I'm going under Counting down, my days are numbered Gimme, gimme that southern comfort Left my soul in the Nickajack God willing, I'll find my way back Counting down, my days are numbered Gimme, gimme that southern comfort I've been missing that southern comfort Blue jeans, leaning on a hot car Broke every string on my old guitar I got ninety-nine miles as the crow flies Headed east along the ridge line Kudzu, weighing down the chain link Don't give a damn what folks like you think I'll take the mud you wash from the river Gold ain't the only thing that glitters I'm missing that southern comfort Deep water, I'm going under Counting down, my days are numbered Gimme, gimme that southern comfort Left my soul in the Nickajack God willing, I'll find my way back Counting down, my days are numbered Gimme, gimme that southern comfort Gimme, gimme that southern comfort Ooh, gimme, gimme that - Been missing that southern comfort, ooh Been missing that southern comfort