Lyrics:

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 in his sea
So beautiful, I could just sail away

Chorus:
I find a comfort in his sound

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 sines 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