Sweet cuburn, straighten a crooked man.
Slow down a traveler. Sweet as tea she pours
Sweet cuburn, I haven't a chance I'm sure.
Curves like a river bank, makes a church man stray.

Oh sweet cuburn, what to say?
Won't you look my way? Won't you turn? Won't you turn? Oh Sweet cuburn.

This is hard to say, with all of these butterflies,
with all of these strangers, these coffee cups to clear.
Try this on for size, we could just disappear.
We could just settle down some place they talk slow.

Oh sweet auburn, I've been low. Won't you let me know? Won't you turn? Oh sweet auburn.

Put your hand in mine, I'd pawn off my past for you.
I'd trade all these memories, just to watch you age.

Oh sweet auburn, why won't you talk to me? Have you even noticed me?
I'm pleading, break me.

My sloe-eyed girl, carried me over board. Carry me further now tell me where to turn.
Oh sweet auburn.