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