(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



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 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



You're still with me, and we've made some memories

After all these years theres 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