SOUTHERN COMFORT
(Twenty Flight Rock)
TWENTY FLIGHT ROCK (RAUCOUS RAUCD 038)

Going down south to the land of cotton
Where the sun's gonna shine all day
Gonna wine and dine and have a good time
And blow my mind away
Well, I'm sick and tired of this cruel world
And the way that things are done
Gonna kick off my shoes, raise the roots
Gonna have myself a little of fun
Gonna pack my bags and head down south
Going to the land of the cottonmouth
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Way down south in the land of cotton
Gonna have myself a ball
I'm gonna romp and stomp till the break of day
And brother, that ain't all
I'm gonna lay my head on a nice cool pillow
And dream all my dreams all day
Gonna get me a smoke, take a little coke
And chase off the blues away
When I hear the time clock ring in turn
I'm gonna start my shakin' all over again
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Here down south in the land of cotton
Where the air is fresh and clean
Got me a job as a cotton picker
Gonna real and rock till I scream
Gotta stay right here in the land of cotton
Try to make things neat
I ain't going back to my home forgotten
I'm a Southerner from my head to my feet
They made a cotton picker of me
And now I'm in the state of Tennessee

Oh-oh-oh (way down south in the land of cotton)
Oh-oh-oh (way down south in the land of cotton)
Oh-oh-oh (way down south in the land of cotton)
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