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]

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

[Chorus]

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