Lyrics to Tennessee Gem

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