Fine As Wine

[Verse 1]
She loves her rodeo man turns him every way but loose
Washes out all his Levi's and shines his cowboy boots
Watches him each Saturday biting the dust again
Takes him home puts him to bed and rubs him with liniment

[Chorus]
She's sweeter than the grapes growing out in California
Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach
Warms you going down like a twenty-two year old brandy
And when she loves me Lord she's fine fine as wine

[Verse 2]
Laying in the back seat with sugar at the wheel
Broken bones from my last ride is all my head can feel
And sugar sure gets tired Lord of all this horse manure
But I'll never find another gal who's sweeter or who's truer

[Chorus]
She's sweeter than the grapes growing out in California
Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach
Warms you going down like a twenty-two year old brandy
And when she loves me Lord she's fine fine as wine
She's sweeter than the grapes growing out in California
Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach
Warms you going down like a twenty-two year old brandy
And when she loves me Lord she's fine fine as wine
She's sweeter than the grapes growing out in California
Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach
Warms you going down like a twenty-two year old brandy
And when she loves me Lord