Please make welcome, everybody, here at the Floor Battle, Mr. David Lee Murphy, everybody! Give it up! crowd cheers drums, bass, & guitar play rock drums, bass, & guitar play rock drums, bass, & guitar play rock Cleo Williams Lived down a dirt road Made homemade wine Like nobody I know Stopped by one Friday night Said, can you help me, Cleo? Got a little girl waiting on Want to treat her right He said, I got what she needs, son As we settle down in the cell Reach through the cobwebs As I turn on the light He said, it might be A little dust on the bottle Don't let it fool you About what's inside It might be A little dust on the bottle But it's one of those things That gets sweeter with time We were sitting in the porch swing As I pulled up the driveway My whole heart 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 That's just been waiting For a night like tonight He said, it might be A little dust on the bottle Don't let it fool you About what's inside It might be A little dust on the bottle But it's one of those things That gets sweeter with time Will you stay with me We've made some memories All these years There's one thing I've found Some say good luck Well, it's like a fine wine Keeps getting better As the days go by Help us out, y'all, come on! Yeah! It might be A little dust on the bottle Don't let it fool you About what's inside It might be A little dust on the bottle But it's one of those things That gets sweeter with time Here we go! It might be A little dust on the bottle Don't let it fool you About what's inside It might be A little dust on the bottle But it's one of those things That gets sweeter with time Don't it feel good, everybody?