Guitar Slinger (Crossin Dixon)

I've got southern comfort runnin' through my veins My mama was the wind, 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 10 years pickin on a six string Working the bar scene 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 Tradein 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, 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 gunnin 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 honkytonk 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, 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 gunnin guitar slinger Southern comfort runnin' through my veins My mama was the wind, 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 gunnin guitar slinger Southern comfort runnin' through my veins The second coming of the midnight rider I'm a modern day old soul singer Son of a gunnin guitar slinger