Jason Mccoy. Born Again in Dixieland. Zeneszám

I was dyin' in that small town
Dreamed of headin' southbound
So I hitched down I-65
I climbed into her trans am
An hour below of Burmingham

She was headin' home and I was there for the ride
Started talkin' nonsense an' she was laughin' at my accent
Wound up on the Alabama shore

There was magic in the night air an'
A gulf breeze in her blonde hair
That's what my soul's searchin' for

Southern moonlight, southern daughter
She led me down to the water
As we lay on that cool, white sand
I was born again in Dixieland

We drank from a mason jar, underneath a blanket of stars
And I said, "Do you believe this is meant-to-be?"
An' she told me, well, I believe the front porch swings
The song that the cricket sings
And I believe you belong down here with me

Southern moonlight, southern daughter
She led me down to the water
As we lay on that cool, white sand
I was born again in Dixieland

We watched the twilight fade, there by the ocean waves
And it made me feel at home
An' I knew I'd found my place, lost in her embrace
I was baptized in her arms

Southern moonlight, southern daughter
She led me down to the water
As we lay on that cool, white sand
I was born again

Southern moonlight, southern daughter
She led me down to the water
As we lay on that cool, white sand
I was born again in Dixieland, in Dixieland
(Dixieland)