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(David Lee Murphy/Jimbeau Hinson) 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, it's 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 don't let it fool ya about what's inside There might be a little dust on the bottle It's one of those things that gets sweeter with time You were sittin in the porch swing as I pulled up the driveway My ole heart was racing as you 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 here's something special It's just been waiting for a night like tonight There might be a little dust on the bottle But don't let it fool ya about what's inside There might be a little dust on the bottle It's one of those things that gets sweeter with time --- Instrumental --- You're still with me, and we've made some memories After all these years there's one thing I've found Some say good love, well it's like a fine wine It keeps getting better as the days go by There might be a little dust on the bottle But don't let it fool ya about what's inside There might be a little dust on the bottle It's one of those things that gets sweeter with time There might be a little dust on the bottle But don't let it fool ya about what's inside There might be a little dust on the bottle It's one of those things that gets sweeter with time Don't let it fool ya... |