Southern Comfort
(Ahmad/Waine/Blaine)
This is possibly the finest damn Country n'Western song ever to come out of England.
(is that much of a recommendation - I don't know!)
Play it long, play it loud and don't forget to hit the high notes on the end!
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Slow and lazy
, , , ,
Well, my Bankock Chicken boy, I think you drank the bar dry
And that's a shame, because I could do with some company
So barman rustle up a couple of Jacks
So me and the boys can sit and attack
The shit, that's been bringing us down...
'Cos this is bigger than all of us
And this is bigger than me
So if you need some comfort
Oh I give to you sweet sympathy.
, , ,
Sometimes you make me feel like Elvis, at his greatest
Sometimes you give me the strength to get out of bed in the morning sun
But I've got too much pride
To put myself on the line
And I'm not talking you up just to talk you down...
Ch
Speed up
So come on lets dance a little longer
Come on lets dance a little longer
Come on dance a little longer with me
Come on dance a little longer with me
Come on dance a little longer with me
Come on dance a little longer with me
Fast
Ch
And I'm weak and I'm weak and I'm weak I am
So weak so weak and I am so weak so weak
And I am so weak and I am
as chorus
So if you need some comfort
You just bring it back to me
And if you need some comfort
You know my arms are free
And if you need some comfort
Oh I give to you
Sweet
Sym-pa-thy....(that's the high bit)
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