I got southern [bad word] #39; through my veins
My mama was the wind
And my daddy was the train
I'm the [bad word] of the midnight rider
I'm a modern-day, old soul singer
Son of a gun and guitar slinger

Spent ten years pickin' on a six string
Working the bar seed, burnin' it down to the ground
Lookin' for a sound that ain't been found by no one else
Stickin' [bad word] to myself

So I took it up the highway south bound interstate
Counting on a big break, trickin' my licks for tips
Learning to live like I never did
I was dead broke like a bad joke

 [bad word] 
I got southern [bad word] #39; through my veins
My mama was the wind
And my daddy was the train
I'm the [bad word] of the midnight rider
I'm a modern-day, old soul singer
Son of a gun and guitar slinger

I thought I found the right thing sittin' in the wrong town
Out in the crowd, throwin' all the signs with her eyes
Looking mighty fine in the light of a honky tonk
Just singing along

But I never had the chance 'cause after the last song
We had to get along down the road with the show
Doing it again with new friends under the spotlight

 [bad word] 
I got southern [bad word] #39; through my veins
My mama was the wind
And my daddy was the train
I'm the [bad word] of the midnight rider
I'm a modern-day, old soul singer
Son of a gun and guitar slinger

I got southern [bad word] #39; through my veins
My mama was the wind
And my daddy was the train
I'm the [bad word] of the midnight rider
I'm a modern-day, old soul singer
Son of a gun and guitar slinger

I got southern [bad word] #39; through my veins
I'm the [bad word] of the midnight rider
I'm a modern-day, old soul singer
Son of a gun and guitar slinger