Sweet Thing

I was young and I wanted a shy sweet thing

Went to town just a lookin' for my sweet thing

Had a dream of a brown-eyed man

Six feet tall with cheeks of tan

Sweet thing, sweet thing, sweet thing

I dressed up and I went to a ball sweet thing

He passed by and I wanted to call, "Sweet thing"

Call to him, "come and dance with me"

Do a little jig and a, "one-two-three"

Sweet thing, sweet thing, sweet thing

He started moving toward me and I thought I saw him grin

Yes, he started moving toward me and my head began to spin

But he was going by me, my brown-eyed man

I watched him go and ran and ran and he was, gone

Gone in the night sweet thing

Shine a light Mr. Moon for my sweet, sweet thing

I'll go back to my home on the hill

Have me a dream and keep it until I find

My sweet, sweet thing

Till I find, my sweet sweet thing

My fine sweet thing