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 Summer 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 Summer 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 Summer moonlight, southern daughter She led me down to the water As we lay on that cool, white sand I was born again.... CHORUS Summer 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)