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
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 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
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 I'm the second coming of the midnight rider
 I'm a modern-day, old soul singer
 Son of a gun and guitar slinger