(David Lee Murphy/Jimbeau Hinson)
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Creole Williams lived down a dirt road
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Made homemade wine like nobody I know
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Dropped by one Friday night and said can you help me Creole
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Got a little girl waitin' on me and I wanna treat her right
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I got what you need son, it's sittin down in the cellar
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He reached through the cobwebs as he turned on the light and said
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There might be a little dust on the bottle
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But don't let it fool ya about what's inside
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There might be a little dust on the bottle
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It's one of those things that gets sweeter with time
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She was sittin in the porch swing as I pulled up the driveway
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My ole heart was racing as she climbed inside
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She slid over real close and drove down to the lake road
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Watched the sun fade in that big red sky
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I reached under the front seat and said, now here's something special
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It's just been waiting for a night like tonight
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There might be a little dust on the bottle
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But don't let it fool ya about what's inside
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There might be a little dust on the bottle
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It's one of those things that gets sweeter with time
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You're still with me, and we've made some memories
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After all these years theres one thing I've found
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Some say good love, well it's like a fine wine
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It keeps getting better as the days go by
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There might be a little dust on the bottle
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But don't let it fool ya about what's inside
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There might be a little dust on the bottle
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It's one of those things that gets sweeter with time
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There might be a little dust on the bottle
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But don't let it fool ya about what's inside
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There might be a little dust on the bottle
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It's one of those things that gets sweeter with time
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Don't let it fool ya
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Dust On The Bottle
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| David Lee Murphy |
