(Requested by Sally Commins)
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We were talking of Eldorado and the men who searched for gold - yellow fever in their eyes and their hearts - or so the stories told. I said 'If money is the root of all evil - they must've been searching for sin'... That's when somebody handed me the bottle and said 'Eldorado is within!' CHORUS: Oh Southern Comfort - what have you done to me? You golden glory of old Missouri, you just won't let me be and I can see your old steamboat comin' round the bend in every one of my dreams... You're an evil witch - son-of-a-bitch - pride of the river from St. Louis down to New Orleans. The rain in Spain can get back to the plain and they can keep their fruit-of-the-vine. You just take me down to the Mississipi banks with one thing on my mind... I've got a question to ask of St. Louis city - won't somebody there please tell - how can they turn their peaches into this fine bourbon and give birth to the blues as well?.....  CHORUS: Oh Southern Comfort - what have you done to me? You golden glory of old Missouri, you just won't let me be and I can see your old steamboat comin' round the bend in every one of my dreams... You're an evil witch - son-of-a-bitch - pride of the river from St. Louis down to New Orleans. And I don't care if they serve you in crystal with dinner by candlelight... or straight from the bottle over dice and cards in the middle of the night... But I always liked to think I was my own woman - with you it ain't no use. You old seducer there's no point in fighting - I've decided that I'm gonna lose! And a girl ain't safe with you at night - Lord, me - I ought to know... You've had me down on my back so many times - but - what a way to go!.... CHORUS: Oh Southern Comfort - what have you done to me? You golden glory of old Missouri, you just won't let me be and I can see your old steamboat comin' round the bend in every one of my dreams... You're an evil witch - son-of-a-bitch - pride of the river from St. Louis down to New Orleans. Lyrics & Music: © Rosie Hardman 1977 |
