Paroles Guitar Slinger de Crossin Dixon

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Textes et Paroles de Guitar Slinger



I've got southern comfort runnin' through my veins

My mama was the wind, my daddy was a 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 picking 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

Trickin my legs 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 a 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 sitting in the wrong town

Out in the crowd throwin all the signs with her eyes

Looking mighty fine in the light 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, and my daddy was a 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 a 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

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