He's a grown boy
Who was raised in the south
Wears blue jeans and polos
And has dip in his mouth
He loves country music
And playin football
Goes to church every Sunday
And has a southern boy drawl
Everyone knows him
Or so they think
But I know another boy
"All she gotta do is gimme that wink"
To others, he is typical
Yet to me is so different
One thing's for sure, though, pink in his wardrobe
He wouldn't hear of it
His mind is so elaborate
It goes beyond the norm
And he looks to God above
Whenever, in his life, there may arise a storm
Just when I think
I have figured him out
He always proves me wrong
And once again I have another task to go about
He has told me many secrets
Things to others he would never tell
He has gave me his love
And this I will never sell
He's a real southern gentleman
Says "Darlin" and "yes Ma'am"
But when he gets shocked
He'll say "Well I be damn!"
He lives in a town where a train whistle does blow
And loves to be wherever
The river waters flow
When I"m with him
It seems that it's where I truly belong
I guess that's why I love the rhythm
To Brian's song
