Fine As Wine Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

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