Creole Williams lived down a dirt road He
made homemade wine like nobody I'd know
I dropped by one Friday night and said,
Can you help me,
Creole?
I've got a little girl waiting on me And I want to trade her ride
He said,
I've got what you need,
son As we sat down in the cellar
He reached through the cobwebs As he turned on the light
He said,
there might be a little dust on the bottom
But don't let it fool you about what's inside
There might be a little dust on the bottom But it's
one of those things that gets sweeter with time
It gets sweeter with time
There might be
a little dust on the bottom
But don't let it fool you about what's inside
There might be a little dust on the bottom
But it's one of those things that gets sweeter with time
He was sitting in the portswing as I pulled up the driveway
My whole heart was racing as you climbed inside
You slid over the poles as we drove down to the lake road
You watched the sun fade in that big red sky
I reached down to 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 bottom
But don't let it fool you about what's inside
There might be a little dust on the bottom But it's
one of those things that gets sweeter with time
There might be
a little dust on the bottom
But don't let it fool you about what's inside