Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
In a bar, in a hotel, in Atlanta, downtown
He's a long way from home and he's pourin' 'em down
There's a lady in waiting, a warm midnight friend
Oh, but it's that sweet southern comfort again
It's cool conversation, it's courage in a glass
He don't tell her he's married and she don't even ask
There's just living for the moment, let the good times begin
He got too close to comfort again
Sweet southern comfort crossing the line
Lying with strangers one more last time
Cheating is a game where nobody wins
He got too close to comfort again
With the ring on his finger he holds the door wide
And there's no hesitating as they both step inside
To lay down an impression that's sweeter than sin
Oh, but it's that sweet, sweet southern comfort again
And he looks in the mirror in the cold morning light
And he stares at a young man with age in his eyes
He started this dance but the song has no end
He got too close to comfort again
Sweet southern comfort and crossing the line
Lying with strangers one more last time
She is a game where nobody wins
No he got too close to comfort again