creole williams lived down a dirt road
made homemade wine like nobody i know
dropped by one friday night said can you help me creole
got a little girl waiting on me and i want to treat her right

i got what you need son it's just 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 you 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

sitting in a porch swing as i pulled in the driveway
my old heart went racing as you climbed inside
slid over a little closer and we drove down the lake road
watched the sun fade in that big red sky
i reached under the front seat and said here's something special
it's been waiting for a night like tonight i said

there might be a little dust on the bottle
but don't let it fool you 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 made some memories
after all these years there's one thing i found
some say good love is like a fine wine
it keeps getting better as the days goes by

there might be a little dust on the bottle
but don't let it fool you 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 you 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