Fine As Wine

Sweeter than the grapes growin' out in California

Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach

Warms you goin' down like a twenty-two year old brandy

When she loves me, Lord, she's fine, fine as wine

She loves her rodeo, man, turns him every way but loose

Washes out all his Levis, shines his cowboy boots

Watches him each Saturday bitin' the dust again

She takes him home, puts him to bed and rubs in the lineament

She's sweeter than the grapes growin' out in California

Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach

Warms you goin' down like a twenty-two year old brandy

When she loves me, Lord, she's fine, fine as wine

Layin' in the back seat with sugar at the wheel

Broken bones from my last ride is all my head can feel

Sugar, sure gets tired, Lord, of all I put her through

But I'll never find another gal who's sweeter or is true

She's sweeter than the grapes growin' out in California

Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach

Warms you goin' down like a twenty-two year old brandy

When she loves me, Lord, she's fine, fine as wine

Sweeter than the grapes growin' out in California

Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach

Warms you goin' down like a twenty-two year old brandy

When she loves me, Lord, she's fine, fine as wine