David Lee Murphy - Dust on the bottle

^GCreole^D William^Cs lived down ^Ga dirt road ^Emmade homema^Dde wine l^Cike nobody I know ^Gdropped by on^De Friday night and said ^Ccan you help me ^GCreole ^Emgot a little girl ^Dwaitin' on me and I ^Cwanna treat he^Gr right, he said

I^D got what y^Emou need son, it's ^Csittin down in t^Ghe cellar he r^Deached through t^Emhe cobwebs ^Cas he turned on th^De light and said

^GThere migh^Dt be a lit^Ctle dust o^Gn the bottle ^Embut don't let i^Dt fool ya a^Cbout what's inside ^G There might^D be a little^C dust on the^G bottle i^Emt's one of those th^Dings that gets ^Csweeter with ^Gtime

^G she was sittin in the p^Dorch swing as I ^Cpulled up the ^Gdriveway my ^Emole heart was rac^Ding as she cl^Cimbed inside ^G she slid over real^D close and ^Cdrove down to the ^Glake road wat^Emched the sun^D fade in that bi^Cg red sky

^D I reached under the^Em front seat and said, ^Cnow here's something special ^D it's just been^Em waiting for ^Ca night like^D tonight

^GThere might ^Dbe a little d^Cust on the b^Gottle b^Emut don't let it fo^Dol ya about wh^Cat's inside ^G There might^D be a little^C dust on the^G bottle i^Emt's one of those th^Dings that gets ^Csweeter with ^Gtime

^D you're still^Em with me^C, we made some memories ^D after all these^Em years there^Cs one thing I've found ^D some say^Em good love^C, well it's like a fine wine ^D it keeps gettin^Emg better as^C the days^D go by

^G There might^D be a little^C dust on the^G bottle ^Embut don't let it f^Dool ya about w^Chat's inside ^G There might^D be a little^C dust on the^G bottle i^Emt's one of those^D things that gets ^Csweeter with ^Gtime