Song | Fine As Wine |
Artist | Chris LeDoux |
Album | Rodeo And Living Free |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rabbitt, Stevens | |
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... |
zuo ci : Rabbitt, Stevens | |
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 twentytwo 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... |
zuò cí : Rabbitt, Stevens | |
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 twentytwo 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... |