| 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... |