Creole Williams lived down a dirt road Made homemade wine like nobody I know Dropped by one Friday night and said Can you help me, Creole Got a little girl waitin on me and I wanna treat her right I got what you need son; its sittin down in the cellar He reached through the cobwebs As he turned on the light and said There might be a little dust on the bottle But dont let it fool ya about whats inside There might be a little dust on the bottle Its one of those things that gets sweeter with time She was sittin in the porch swing as I pulled up the driveway My ol heart was racing as she climbed inside She slid over real close and drove down to the lake road Watched the Sun fade in that big red sky I reached under the front seat and said Now heres something special Its just been waiting for a night like tonight There might be a little dust on the bottle But dont let it fool ya about whats inside There might be a little dust on the bottle Its one of those things that gets sweeter with time Youre still with me, and weve made some memories After all these years theres one thing Ive found Some say good love, well, its like a fine wine It keeps getting better as the days go by There might be a little dust on the bottle But dont let it fool ya about whats inside There might be a little dust on the bottle Its one of those things that gets sweeter with time There might be a little dust on the bottle But dont let it fool ya about whats inside There might be a little dust on the bottle Its one of those things that gets sweeter with time Dont let it fool ya
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 09:12:44 +0000