I've got southern comfort runnin' through my veinsnMy mama was the wind, my daddy was a train.nI'm the second coming of the midnight ridernI'm a modern day old soul singernSon of a gun and guitar slingernnI spent 10 years picking on a six stringnWorking the bar scenenBurnin it down to the groundnLookin for a sound that ain't been foundnBy no one elsenStickin true to myselfnnSo I took it up the highwaynSouth bound interstatenCounting on a big brakenTrickin my legs for tipsnLearning to live like I never didnI was dead brokenLike a bad jokennI've got southern comfort runnin' through my veinsnMy mama was the wind, my daddy was a train.nI'm the second coming of the midnight ridernI'm a modern day old soul singernSon of a gun and guitar slingernnI thought I found the right thing sitting in the wrong townnOut in the crowd throwin all the signs with her eyesnLooking mighty fine in the light of a honkytonknJust singing alongnBut I never had a chance 'cause after the last songnWe had to get along down the road with the shownDoing it again with some new friends under the spotlightnYeah, this is my lifennSouthern comfort runnin' through my veinsnMy mama was the wind, and my daddy was a train.nI'm the second coming of the midnight ridernI'm a modern day old soul singernSon of a gun and guitar slingernnI've got southern comfort runnin' through my veinsnMy mama was the wind, and my daddy was a train.nI'm the second coming of the midnight ridernI'm a modern day old soul singernSon of a gun and guitar slingernnSouthern comfort runnin' through my veinsnnI'm the second coming of the midnight ridernI'm a modern day old soul singernSon of a gun and guitar slinger