Lyrics

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 Chorus: 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 Chorus: 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