Lyrics Sweet Kind Of Love - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

Oh, oh-oh
Yeah, come on, sing it

You do something to me
I can't understand (yeah)

You've got a sweet kind of love

(Talk on brother, talk on)
I feel bride and groomy (uh-huh)
When I hold your hand (oh, yeah)

You've got a sweet kind of love (yeah)

Smile and show your dimples (I'll look up at you)
Wink your little eye (yeah)
I'm full of goose pimples, you're my sweetie pie
Everything about you fits you like a glove

You got a sweet kind of love

Here comes that boy
Kell soul piano
Yes, well, alright

Oh, Jody

Yeah, Danny boy
Oh, Junior
Let's hit it low

You're a pretty creature (uh-huh)
You're a precious thing (yes, yes, go on)

You got a sweet kind of love

(Talking to you, 'fore I get old)
Got to find a preacher
Gonna get a ring

You've got a sweet kind of love

You made me so happy (uh-huh)
Saying you'll be mine (oh, dear)
How am I doin' pappy? (You tell me)
I'm just doin' fine
Feelin' kinda lucky peaceful as a dove

You've got a sweet kind of love