Creole Williams lived down a dirt road
He made homemade wine like nobody I've known
I dropped by one Friday night and said
"Can you help me, Creole?
I got a little girl waiting on me
And I want to treat her right."
He said, "I got what you need, son
A-sitting down in the cellar."
He reached through the cobwebs
As he turned on the light and said

(Chorus)
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 were sitting on the porch swing
As I pulled in the driveway
My heart was racing as you climbed inside
You slid a little close as we
Pulled down to the lake road
To watch the sun fade in that big red sky
I reached under the front seat, and said
"Now here's something special
That's just been waiting for a night like tonight, oh"

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Now you're still with me, we've made some memories
After all these years, there's one thing I've found
Some say good love is like a fine wine
It keeps getting better as the days go by

(Repeat chorus)