Crossin Dixon guitar slinger

I got southern comfort runnin' through my veins
My mama was the wind
And my daddy was the train
I'm the second coming of the midnight rider
I'm a modern-day, old soul singer
Son of a gun and guitar slinger
Spent ten years pickin' on a six string
Working the bar seed, burnin' it down to the ground
Lookin' for a sound that ain't been found by no one else
Stickin' true to myself
So I took it up the highway south bound interstate
Counting on a big break, trickin' my licks for tips
Learning to live like I never did
I was dead broke like a bad joke
I got southern comfort runnin' through my veins
My mama was the wind
And my daddy was the train
I'm the second coming of the midnight rider
I'm a modern-day, old soul singer
Son of a gun and guitar slinger
I thought I found the right thing sittin' in the wrong town
Out in the crowd, throwin' all the signs with her eyes
Looking mighty fine in the light of a honky tonk
Just singing along
But I never had the chance 'cause after the last song
We had to get along down the road with the show
Doing it again with new friends under the spotlight
I got southern comfort runnin' through my veins
My mama was the wind
And my daddy was the train
I'm the second coming of the midnight rider
I'm a modern-day, old soul singer
Son of a gun and guitar slinger
I got southern comfort runnin' through my veins
My mama was the wind
And my daddy was the train
I'm the second coming of the midnight rider
I'm a modern-day, old soul singer
Son of a gun and guitar slinger
I got southern comfort runnin' through my veins
I'm the second coming of the midnight rider
I'm a modern-day, old soul singer
Son of a gun and guitar slinger