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Recorded by: Jimmie Van Zant
Written by: Van Zant, Burdett, McGarvie

Lyrics

Well it's Friday night
And we're ready to cruise
Down on the boulevard
Well people come from all around
Say they're gonna be a star
You see all types, every walk of life
Down on sunset strip
See that guy
Makeup on his eyes
An earing through his lip
Well I don't understand
Is he a woman or a man?

I like the fancy cars
Not the Rockstar bars
Up and down the strip
They'll charge you cash just to look inside
Then you don't get shit
Well pay to play
Blows me away
Man that's really sick
Four bucks a beer?
Why the hell am I here
Man, that just ain't hip

Well I don't understand
I'm a simple Southern Man

Give me some Southern Comfort
Give me Dixieland
Gimme some old rock and roll
Played by a Southern Band
Give me some Southern Comfort
Give me Dixieland
Gimme some old rock and roll
Played by a Southern Band

(Let em fly)

( Repeat Chorus )

I'm not tryin to put LA down
It's OK by me
To each his own
So carry on
But don't you bother me
It takes all types
To make the world go 'round
I hope you'll understand
A man like me
Don't need their kind
Down in the Southern Land
Well I don't understand
I'm a simple Southern Man

( Repeat Chorus Twice )