_ _ _ Please make welcome everybody here at the floor, Mr.
David Lee Murphy, everybody.
Give it up!
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F# Creole Williams,
E lived
B down a dirt
G# road.
Made
F# homemade wine
E like nobody I know.
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B Stopped by
F# one Friday night
E and said,.
Can you
B help me, Creole.
G#m Got a little
F# girl waiting on
E her,.
B Want a treat or two, right.
He
F# said, I got
G#m what you need
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As I settled down in the cell,.
F# Reached
G# through the cobwebs,.
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F# the light,.
He
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F# might be
E a little dust
B on the bottle,.
Don't
F# let it fool you,
E about what's inside,.
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F# might
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B dust on the
G#m bottle,.
It's
F# one of those
E nights, I guess we got time,.
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F# Sitting in the porch
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As I pulled
B up the
G# driveway,.
Thought my
F# heart was
E racing,.
As she climbed
B inside,.
Slid
F# over real cold
E sand,.
We
B drove down to the lake
G#m road,.
F# Watched the sun
E fade in that big
B red sky,.
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F# I reached
G#m down to the front
E seat,.
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F# There's just
G#m been a waiting,.
E For a night like
F# tonight,.
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F# be
E a little dust
B on the
F# bottle,.
G#m Don't
F# let it fool you,
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It's
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G# You're still with
E me,.
We've
B made some
F# memories,.
After
G#m all these years,.
E It's the one thing I
F# find,.
Some
G#m say good
E luck,.
Well it's
B like a fine
F# wine,.
G#m Keeps getting better,.
E As the days
F# go by,.
Hey, y'all, what's that, y'all.
Come on!
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It's
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Here we go!.
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G#m It's
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F# everybody!.
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