Chris Ledoux Fine As Wine Lyrics

Fine As Wine Lyrics

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...



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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...