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


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)