Fine As Wine Lyrics

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 linament
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