Man of Comfort
I saw the man in black walkin' down the street
Had his head in his hands, needin' somethin' to eat
I asked the man did he have somewhere to stay
He said, "No sir, I'm homeless, I got nowhere to be"
And so we ask this man of comfort
"Can you take this saddle of pain and run?
Run, run away with me, yeah, yeah"
So we ask this man of comfort
"Can you take this pain?
Oh yeah, and take it away from me"
And he said, "Son, oh yeah
Grab my bottle of whiskey, yeah
Grab my bottle of Jack Daniel's
Grab my bottle of whiskey
Grab my bottle of Southern Comfort, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah"
And sometimes we get down on our luck
Well, we don't need a handout, maybe just a little hand up
So I said son, why don't you saddle up and come with me?
I got somethin' for you, I got just what you need, yeah, yeah
And so we ask this man of comfort
"Can you take this saddle of pain and run?
Run, run away with me, yeah, yeah"
And so we ask this man of comfort
"Can you take this pain?
Oh yeah, and take it away from me"
And he said, "Son, oh yeah
Grab my bottle of whiskey, yeah
Grab my bottle of Jack Daniel's
Grab my bottle of whiskey
Grab my bottle of Southern Comfort, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah"
So grab my best bottle of whiskey, yeah
Come sit down beside me
And let's watch it fade
Let's watch it fade away
Let's watch it fade away, oh yeah
Let's watch it fade away
Let's watch it fade away
Let's watch it fade away
Let's watch it fade away
Had his head in his hands, needin' somethin' to eat
I asked the man did he have somewhere to stay
He said, "No sir, I'm homeless, I got nowhere to be"
And so we ask this man of comfort
"Can you take this saddle of pain and run?
Run, run away with me, yeah, yeah"
So we ask this man of comfort
"Can you take this pain?
Oh yeah, and take it away from me"
And he said, "Son, oh yeah
Grab my bottle of whiskey, yeah
Grab my bottle of Jack Daniel's
Grab my bottle of whiskey
Grab my bottle of Southern Comfort, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah"
And sometimes we get down on our luck
Well, we don't need a handout, maybe just a little hand up
So I said son, why don't you saddle up and come with me?
I got somethin' for you, I got just what you need, yeah, yeah
And so we ask this man of comfort
"Can you take this saddle of pain and run?
Run, run away with me, yeah, yeah"
And so we ask this man of comfort
"Can you take this pain?
Oh yeah, and take it away from me"
And he said, "Son, oh yeah
Grab my bottle of whiskey, yeah
Grab my bottle of Jack Daniel's
Grab my bottle of whiskey
Grab my bottle of Southern Comfort, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah"
So grab my best bottle of whiskey, yeah
Come sit down beside me
And let's watch it fade
Let's watch it fade away
Let's watch it fade away, oh yeah
Let's watch it fade away
Let's watch it fade away
Let's watch it fade away
Let's watch it fade away
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Mathis
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