Creole Williams
lived down a dirt road
He 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 I wanna treat her right
And he said
I got what you need son
And I set down in the cellar
He reached through
the cobweb
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
But 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 ol' heart was racin'
as you climbed inside
You slid a little closer and
We drove down to
the lake road
We watched the sun fade
in that big red sky
I reached under the front seat
and said
Now here's somethin' special
It's just been waitin'
for a night like tonight
Though 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
But it's one of those things
That gets sweeter with time
You're still with me
We've made some memories
After all these years
there's still one thing I find
Some say good love
Well it's like a fine wine
It keeps gettin' better
as the days go by
But 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
But 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
But it's one of those things
That gets sweeter with time