Tennessee Gem

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What a fine southerner I met

Down in Tennessee

A good old boy

Eyes in which I dream

And he's awkward as a teen

But beautiful with a drawl that I can hang on to

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I find a comfort in his sound

He wouldn't preach unless he found

Something he believed would last

That he believed could hold the hands of time

I'm trying to find a way to make him mine

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What a gem, no, a treasure chest

I'm diggin' deep

A gentleman, here to bring me peace

And I'm floating on his sea

So beautiful, I could just sail away

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I find a comfort in his sound

He wouldn't preach unless he found

Something he believed would last

That he believed could hold the hands of time

I'm trying to find a way to make him mine

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Uh

He sines right through me

Uh uh uh

This love, it's running deep

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I find a comfort in his sound

He wouldn't preach unless he found

Something he believed would last

That he believed could hold the hands of time

I'm trying to find a way to make him mine

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Uh uh uh

I'm trying to find a way to make him mine

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