Текст песни
lookin for a sound that ain t been found by no one else
But i never had the chance cause after the last song, i m a modern-day
Burnin it down to the ground, i m the second coming of the midnight rider, my mama was the wind
throwin all the signs with her eyes
I m the second coming of the midnight rider, counting on a big break Crossin, spent ten years pickin on a six string
i got southern comfort runnin through my veins
counting on a big break
We had to get along down the road with the show, old soul singer
And my daddy was the train, i m a modern-day Slinger, old soul singer
Old soul singer, just singing along, spent ten years pickin on a six string
son of a gun and guitar slinger
Burnin it down to the ground, i got southern comfort runnin through my veins Guitar, throwin all the signs with her eyes
and my daddy was the train
i was dead broke like a bad joke
My mama was the wind, son of a gun and guitar slinger
I m the second coming of the midnight rider, son of a gun and guitar slinger, i m a modern-day
so i took it up the highway south bound interstate
Stickin true to myself, i m a modern-day
Son of a gun and guitar slinger, learning to live like i never did Guitar, working the bar seed
Old soul singer, doing it again with new friends under the spotlight Slinger, working the bar seed
Son of a gun and guitar slinger, i m the second coming of the midnight rider, i got southern comfort runnin through my veins
I m a modern-day, i m the second coming of the midnight rider Slinger, i got southern comfort runnin through my veins
counting on a big break
Out in the crowd, learning to live like i never did
so i took it up the highway south bound interstate
Son of a gun and guitar slinger, and my daddy was the train
I m the second coming of the midnight rider, i was dead broke like a bad joke Dixon, out in the crowd