Refill

It’s been too long and «Runnin' on Empty» is playing on the radio
Don’t know what it is but something down in me
Is telling me boy you better get back home
I need a refill, I sure could go
For a little Southern Comfort in my rock and roll
I need a refill, pour it slow
One for my glass and one for my soul
One for my glass and one for my soul
I left town to make a little money but there’s always a price to pay
I miss my baby’s peaches and her Tennessee honey
There’s only one road that I can take
So baby, fill it up with your touch
I need some time alone with some homegrown love
One for my glass and one for my soul
One for my glass, one for my soul