Woorden: Crossin Dixon. Guitar Slinger.

I've 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 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 brake, trickin' my licks for tips
Learning to live like I never did
I was dead broke like a bad joke

I've 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 line of a honky tonk
Just singing along

But I never had a chance 'cause after the last song
We had to get along down the road with the show
Doing it again with some new friends under the spotlight
Yeah, this is my life

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've 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

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