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What a fine southern man
Down in Tennessee
A good old boy
Eyes in which I dream
And hes awkward as a teen
Beautiful, drawer that I can hang on to
Chorus:
I find a comfort in his sound
He wouldnt preach
Unless he found something he believed would last
That he believed could the hands of time
Im trying to find a way to make him mine
What a gem, a treasure chest
Out diggin deep
A gentleman, Hed bring me peace
And Im floating in his sea
So beautiful, I could just sail away
Chorus:
I find a comfort in his sound
He wouldnt preach
Unless he found something that he believe would last
That he believed could hold the hands of time
Im trying to find a way to make him mine
Uh
He sines right through me
Uh uh uh
This love, its running deep
Chorus:
I find a comfort in his sound
He wouldnt preach
Unless he found something he believed would last
That he believed could the hands of time
Im trying to find a way to make him mine
Uh uh uh
Im trying to find a way to make him mine
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