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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 music in the night air an' a gulf breeze in her blonde hair
That's what my soul's searchin for
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
Southern moonlight, southern daughter
She led me down to the water
As we lay on that cool, white sand
I was born again...
CHORUS
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)
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