I hope you find something to love
Something to do when you feel like giving up
A song to sing or a tale to tell
Something to Love, it'll serve you well
I was born in a tiny southern town
I grew up with all my family around
We made music on the porch on Sunday nights
Old men with old guitars smokin' Winston lights
Old women harmonizing with the wind
Singing softly to the savoir like a friend
They taught me how to make the chords and sing the words
But I's still singing like that green and speckled bird
I hope you find something to love
Something to do when you feel like giving up
A song to sing or a tale to tell
Something to Love, it'll serve you well
Tonight we're lying on a blanket in the yard
Wind is cold, sky is dark, and the ground is hard
But your mama loves to count the stars at night
So if I get a little chill then that's all right.
I hope you find something to love
Something to do when you feel like giving up
A song to sing or a tale to tell
Something to Love, it'll serve you well
You were born on a hot late summer day
Turned you lose and tried to stay out of your way
Don't quite recognize the world that you call home
Just find what makes you happy girl and do it till you're gone
I hope you find something to love
Something to do when you feel like giving up
A song to sing or a tale to tell
Something to Love, it'll serve you well (x2)