Southern Comfort

Verse 1: Rocking chair creaks on a sun-bleached front porch Cicadas singing a late summer torch Mama's humming hymns, shelling purple hull peas Finding peace in the small things, down on her knees Chorus: This ain't the Southern Comfort you find at liquor store It's found in moments between the rich and the poor A cast iron skillet, a child's firefly chase Cheap relief from a world that's fallen from grace Verse 2: Daddy's old six-string, dusty and out of tune Plays blue notes for dreams deferred too soon Young'uns giggling softly, catching lightnin' bugs in jars A rare sound of joy 'neath the weight of our scars (Repeat Chorus) Bridge: We cling to these moments like the last drop of rain In a drought of hope and a flood of pain It ain't much, but it's all that we've got These small comforts in our Southern plot Verse 3: Church potluck after the preacher's "amen" Neighbors pretend they don't hear the whispers condemn Our family's struggles, aired like dirty laundry But for a moment, we feast on fried chicken and sweet tea (Repeat Chorus) Outro: Southern Comfort, it comes with a price Bittersweet as sorghum, cuts like broken glass In this land of broken men and losing more than just the lost We find solace in the shadow of the old rugged cross