Amongst a crowd
He's all alone
Weary eyes
He's far from home
City lights
Those oats are sown
Don't look back, son
Your temple's gone
When all that's left
Is your lost soul
Can that shot cleanse you
Of your past wrongs
A Southern Comfort
That burns your throat
He can't ignore
That voice within
He's crucified, yea
In a world of sin
Tame that beast, man
Control the flames
Don't look outwards
Try switching lanes
When all that's left
Is your lost soul
Can that shot cleanse you
Of your past wrongs
A Southern Comfort
That burns your throat
It's not worth the cost
That you pay, woah
When all that's left
Is your lost soul
Can that shot cleanse you
Of your past wrongs
A Southern Comfort
That burns your throat
Honey Cutt - Southern Comfort Lyrics
Honey Cutt - Southern Comfort Lyrics
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Amongst a crowd
He's all alone
Weary eyes
He's far from home
City lights
Those oats are sown
Don't look back, son
Your temple's gone
When all that's left
Is your lost soul
Can that shot cleanse you
Of your past wrongs
A Southern Comfort
That burns your throat
He can't ignore
That voice within
He's crucified, yea
In a world of sin
Tame that beast, man
Control the flames
Don't look outwards
Try switching lanes
When all that's left
Is your lost soul
Can that shot cleanse you
Of your past wrongs
A Southern Comfort
That burns your throat
It's not worth the cost
That you pay, woah
When all that's left
Is your lost soul
Can that shot cleanse you
Of your past wrongs
A Southern Comfort
That burns your throat
He's all alone
Weary eyes
He's far from home
City lights
Those oats are sown
Don't look back, son
Your temple's gone
When all that's left
Is your lost soul
Can that shot cleanse you
Of your past wrongs
A Southern Comfort
That burns your throat
He can't ignore
That voice within
He's crucified, yea
In a world of sin
Tame that beast, man
Control the flames
Don't look outwards
Try switching lanes
When all that's left
Is your lost soul
Can that shot cleanse you
Of your past wrongs
A Southern Comfort
That burns your throat
It's not worth the cost
That you pay, woah
When all that's left
Is your lost soul
Can that shot cleanse you
Of your past wrongs
A Southern Comfort
That burns your throat
Writer: Michael Honeycutt
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave