He was a man With a boy kind of problems He'd deal with voices behind a wheel Playing sad songs of sorrow But then he'd crank it up loud So he couldn't hear nothing Just needed to get away from that damn town And from the girl that caused it He was a northern man with a southern conversion Deals with his issues with Zach Bry' and bourbon There for his people when they say it's important But will he ever get back to days Of a beautiful morning I know his pain When the days grow longer But I got faith in that boy 'cause I know That he grew up tougher And these people think That he can't feel nothing But y'all should see the drink that he pours To provide for his coping He was a northern man and a special kind of stubborn Solves all his issues with strong southern comfort There for his people when they say it's important But will he ever get back to the days Of a beautiful morning His life is tough With people and their problems But he's got his own Trapped way deep inside him He was a northern man with some demons that were lurking My best damn friend and an angel with some hurting True to his people, man and that's damn important But will he ever get back to the days of a beautiful A beautiful morning A beautiful morning