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