Fine As Wine

I love my rodeo man turn him every way but loose
I wash out all his levi's and shine up his cowboy boots
I watch him every Saturday bitin' the dust again
I take him home put him to bed and rub him with lineament

He's sweeter than the grapes growin' out in California
Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach
It warms me goin' down like a 22 year old brandy
And when he loves me Lord it's fine fine as wine

[ guitar + dobro ]
He's layin' in the backseat none stock here at the wheel
Broken bones from his last ride are all his head can feel
I sure get tired Lord of all this horse manure
But I'll never find me another man sweeter or who's truer

And he's sweeter than the grapes growin' out in California...
He's sweeter than the grapes growin' out in California...