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 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 would bring me peace And I'm floating on his sea So beautiful, I could just sail away 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 shines right through me Uh uh uh This love, it's running deep 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