(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, 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 ole 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

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