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
Refren: 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
Referen: 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
Refren 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
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