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
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Summer 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
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Summer 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
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Summer moonlight, southern daughter She led me down to the water As we lay on that cool, white sand I was born again....
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Summer 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)
Compositores: Jason Campsall (SOCAN), Naoise David Sheridan (SOCAN), Robert Dennis Carr (BMI)Editores: Airstrip Music (SOCAN), Ross Cahill Music (SOCAN), Songwriters Ink Music (BMI), Universal Music Publishing (SOCAN)ECAD verificado obra #23113602 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM