Guitar Slinger

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