Something to Love - Jason Isbell/the 400 Unit

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 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 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