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I was dyin in that small town, dreamed of headin southbound |
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So I hitched down |
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I-65 I climbed into her trans am, an hour below of |
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Burmingham |
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She was headin home and |
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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 |
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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 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 |
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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 |
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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 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 |
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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 |
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I'd found my place, lost in her embrace |
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I was baptized in her arms |
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CHORUS 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 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 |
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Dixieland |
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In Dixieland (Dixieland) |
