Lyrics Sweet Thing - Buck Owens

Well, my sweet thing
A young and tender sweet thing
I′ll let your heart surrender
And baby, stick to me closer than the bark on a tree
Oh, well, the sweet thing
Are you really listenin' sweet thing?
Can′t you feel me dreamin' like a child with a toy
The feelin' in my heart with joy?
Well, when I taste your lips
I get all shook and can′t hold to get my breath
When I come up for air
Well, I feel so weak it scares me half to death
Well, my sweet thing
A young and tender sweet thing
I′ll let your heart surrender
Baby, stick to me closer than the bark on a tree
Well, when I taste your lips
I get all shook and can hardly get my breath
When I come up for air
I feel so weak it scares me half to death
Well, my sweet thing
A young and tender sweet thing
I'll let your heart surrender
Baby, stick to me closer than the bark on a tree
Well, now sweet thing
Yeah, my sweet thing
Oh, my sweet thing
Yeah, my sweet thing
Well, my sweet thing
Yeah, my sweet thing