Creole Williams lived down a dirt road
He made homemade wine like nobody I know
I dropped by one Friday night and said
Can you help me, Creole?
I got a little girl waitin on me and I wanna treat her right
He said I got what you need, son
As we sat 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
You were sittin in the porch swing as I pulled up the driveway
My ole heart was racing as you climbed inside
You slid over real close and drove down to the lake road
And 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
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
Dont let it fool ya…