comfort Songtext
von Brim

You know she like to talk sweet fight cheap
Mama taught her riding
Fix the truck up with her daddy on a Friday
Real cute attitude, no she ain′t gotta hide it
That southern comfort made me feel a little something
Hell yeah
Dirt on my hands, star on my brand
Throwing that lasso back
Living ain't cheap, bourbon ain′t free
So I'm gonna hustle fast
And all them cowboys came from Dallas
Try to wrangle with the best
They leaving one by one
A small town never rests
Slipping on southern, looking like comfort
Baby, you caught my eye
Maybe there's something, maybe there′s nothing
Baby, I have to try
Cause when I saw that 45
I knew you′re just my type


And then I saw you drinking, swore I'd make you my wife
You know she like to talk sweet fight cheap
Mama taught her riding
Fix the truck up with her daddy on a Friday
Real cute attitude, no she ain′t gotta hide it
That southern comfort made me feel a little something
Hell yeah
Feel a little something hell yeah
Feel a little something hell yeah
Just need you me and the summer
Fire in my stomach, she my little southern comfort
Hell yeah
Twin pistol my side
Gunslinger my pride
But I found no partner, baby
Bonnie up to this Clyde
Bonnie up to this outlaw
Sheriff posting my headshots
Bounty hunters like ammunition
They ain't gonna be around long
If you don′t like danger, baby, catch the next train
Cause this a life of luxury, I'll pay it with some pain
But I seen you sippin′ bourbon, sittin' pretty all day
So I figured I should tell you everything I'm gon′ say
You know she like to talk sweet fight cheap
Mama taught her riding
Fix the truck up with her daddy on a Friday
Real cute attitude, no she ain′t gotta hide it
That southern comfort made me feel a little something
Hell yeah
Feel a little something hell yeah
Feel a little something hell yeah
Just need you me and the summer
Fire in my stomach, she my little southern comfort
Hell yeah