Something to Love

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 smoking Winston Lights Old women harmonizing with the wind Singing softly to the savior like a friend They taught me how to make the chords and sing the words I'm still singing like that great 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 The wind is cold, the sky is dark and the ground is hard But your momma loves to count the stars at night So if I get a little chill, and that's alright 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 We turned you loose 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 'til 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 Something to love, it'll serve you well