Southern Comfort

I keep on talking with my stupid mouth

It’s like I got somethin to say.

I keep on singing by my city life

But I try to live that way

So I run to my home I book my flight down south

It’s better there than alone where only I can shut me out

I tried baby I tried, to dig what we did at night,

But the feelings were too young and close for comfort.

And you thought I was the one, but I was just having fun

Ten days was five too long for southern comfort.

Tryin to stop but I just don’t know how

My feet weren’t built that way

So many places I don’t know about

So why it end up this way?

And so I run to my home at least my bed is my own tonight

I probably should be alone at least just for tonight.