Dust on the Bottle (Live)

Creole Williams lived down a dirt road

Made homemade wine like nobody I know

Stopped by one Friday night and said, can you help me Creole

Got a little girl waitin' on me, wanna treat her right

He said, I got what you need, son, it's a sittin' 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

Don't let it fool you, 'bout what's inside

There might be a little dust on the bottle

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

Was sittin' in the porch swing as I pulled up the driveway

My old heat was racing as she climbed inside

I slid over real close and 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 something special

It's just been waiting for a night like tonight

There might be a little dust on the bottle

Don't let it fool ya, 'bout what's inside

There might be a little dust on the bottle

It's just one of those things that gets sweeter with time

Well, 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

Keeps getting better as the days go by

There might be a little dust on the bottle

Don't let it fool ya, 'bout 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, 'bout what's inside

There might be a little dust on the bottle

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

And don't it feel good everybody?