Creole Williams lived down a dirt road
He 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" as we stepped 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
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 were sittin' in the porch swing as I pulled up the driveway
My ol' heart was racing as you 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 something special
It's just been waiting 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 getting 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 Writer/s: David Lee Murphy
Publisher: Peermusic Publishing
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