| Creal Williams lived down a dirt road
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| Made homemade wine like nobody I know
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| Dropped by one Friday night and said can you help me Creal
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| Got a little girl waitn' on me and I wanna treat her right
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| And he said I got what you need son
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| As we stepped down in the cellar
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| He reached through the cobwebs
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| And as he turned on the light he said
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| There might be a little dust on the bottle
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| But don’t let it fool ya 'bout what’s inside
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| There might be a little dust on the bottle
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| It’s one of those things that gets sweeter with time
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| You were sittin' in the porch swing as I pulled up the driveway
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| My ol' heart was racin' as you climbed inside
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| You slid over real close and we drove down to the lake road
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| Watched the sun fade in that big red sky
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| I reached under the front seat and said
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| Now here’s something special
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| It’s just been waitin'
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| For a night like tonight… but,
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| There might be a little dust on the bottle
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| But don’t let it fool ya 'bout what’s inside
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| There might be a little dust on the bottle
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| It’s one of those things that gets sweeter with time
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| You’re still with me and we’ve made some memories
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| After all these years there’s one thing I find
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| Some say good love well it’s like a fine wine
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| It keeps getting better as days go by… but,
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| There might be a little dust on the bottle
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| But don’t let it fool ya 'bout what’s inside
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| There might be a little dust on the bottle
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| 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 'bout what’s inside
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| There might be a little dust on the bottle
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| It’s one of those things that gets sweeter with time
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| Don’t let it fool ya. |