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


(Refrão)
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

(Solo Instrumental)
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

(Refrão)
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

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

Don't let it fool ya...


Enviado por: João Paulo Brito, Ipiranga/PR