Just another lazy southern Sunday   The time is hanging in the air   There's a hoot owl softly calling   Off in the distance somewhere      There's nothing left for me to go back home to   There's nothing left to do but drive around   And there's nothing left to say that'll make it be okay   There ain't no comfort in the south      So let the willow weep a little harder   Let the dirt roads all lead out of town   That old Magnolia wind done let me down   Sweet Dixie cannot fix me now   There ain't no southern comfort anyhow      Yeah, the honeysuckles growing the fence line   And Georgia sun keeps pouring down   And that shade beneath the pines was made to ease my mind   But there ain't no comfort in the south      So let the willow weep a little harder   And let the dirt roads all lead out of town   That old magnolia wind done let me down   Sweet Dixie cannot fix me now   There ain't no southern comfort anyhow      Yeah, that old magnolia wind let me down   Sweet Dixie cannot fix me now   There ain't no southern comfort anyhow   No, there ain't no southern comfort anyhow