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