What a fine southern man
Down in Tennessee
A good old boy
Eyes in which I dream
And he's awkward as a teen
Beautiful, drawer that I can hang on to

Chorus:
I find a comfort in his sound
He wouldn't preach
Unless he found something he believed would last
That he believed could the hands of time
I'm trying to find a way to make him mine

What a gem, a treasure chest
Out diggin' deep
A gentleman, He'd bring me peace
And I'm floating on his sea
So beautiful, I could just sail away

Chorus:
I find a comfort in his sound
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He wouldn't preach
Unless he found something that he believe would last
That he believed could hold the hands of time
I'm trying to find a way to make him mine

Uh
He shines right through me
Uh uh uh
This love, it's running deep

Chorus:
I find a comfort in his sound
He wouldn't preach
Unless he found something he believed would last
That he believed could the hands of time
I'm trying to find a way to make him mine

Uh uh uh
I'm trying to find a way to make him mine