I was dyin in that small town, dreamed of headin southbound
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So I hitched down I-65
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I climbed into her trans am, an hour below of Burmingham
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She was headin home and I was there for the ride
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Started talkin nonsense an' she was laughin at my accent
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-Wound up on the Alabama shore
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There was magic in the night air an' a gulf breeze in her blonde hair
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That's what my soul's searchin for
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CHORUS
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Southern moonlight, southern daughter
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She led me down to the water
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As we lay on that cool, white sand
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I was born again in Dixieland
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We drank from a mason jar, underneath a blanket of stars
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And I said 'do you believe this is meant-to-be?'
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An' she told me 'well I believe the front porch swings
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-The song that the cricket sings-
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And I believe you belong down here with me
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CHORUS
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Southern moonlight, southern daughter
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She led me down to the water
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As we lay on that cool, white sand
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I was born again in Dixieland
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We watched the twilight fade, there by the ocean waves
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And it made me feel at home
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An' I knew I'd found my place, lost in her embrace
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I was baptized in her arms
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CHORUS
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Southern moonlight, southern daughter
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She led me down to the water
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As we lay on that cool, white sand
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I was born again....
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CHORUS
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Southern moonlight, southern daughter
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She led me down to the water
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As we lay on that cool, white sand
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I was born again in Dixieland
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In Dixieland (Dixieland)
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Born Again in Dixieland
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Jason Mccoy |