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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, he said 
 
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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 
 
 	 
	she was sittin in the porch swing as I pulled up the driveway 
	my ole heart was racing as she climbed inside 
	she slid over real close and 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 
 
	  
 
  
	you're still with me, we made some memories 
	after all these years theres 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