Fine As Wine - Chris Ledoux

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

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 bitin' the dust again

She takes him home puts him to bed and rubs him with linament

She’s sweeter than the grapes…

Laying in the back seed 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 I’ve put her through

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

She’s sweeter than the grapes…

She’s sweeter than the grapes…