Dust on the Bottle

Creole Williams lived down a dirt road

And 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

I wanna treat her right, he said

I got what you need, son

There's a step down in the cellar

He reached through the cobwebs

And he turned on the light and said

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

You were sittin' in the porch swing

As I pulled up the driveway

My ol' heart was racin' as ya climbed inside

You slid over real close as we

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 somethin' special

It's just been waitin'

For a night like tonight, but

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

But it's one of those things that gets sweeter with time

You're still with me

And we've made some memories

After all these years there's

One thing I've found

Some say, good love

Well, it's like a fine wine

It keeps gettin' better

As the days go by

But 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

Well, 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

Well, it's one of those things that gets sweeter with time

Don't let it fool ya