B, F#, E, B, G#, F#, E

(Play intro twice)

B        F#      E       B      G#m       F#     E     E       E

     p       p       p       p       p       p
     a       a       a       a       a       a
4-4  u       u  1-1  u  4-4  u       u       u   1     1       1
4-4  s  4-4  s  2-2  s  4-4  s  6-6  s  4-4  s   2     2       2
2-2  e  4-4  e  2-2  e  2-2  e  6-6  e  4-4  e   2     0-2     2
x-x     2-2     x-x     x-x     4-4     2-2      0     0         |       x

(on the second B, hammer from 0 to 2 on the 5th string for the rest of
the song)

[Verse]
B          F#          E                     B
Creole Williams, lived down the dirt road,
G#m                      F#              E
made home made wine like nobody I know.
B          F#          E                      B
I dropped by one Friday night and said, can ya help me Creole?
G#m                      F#              E                      B
I got a little girl waitin on me and I, wanna treat her right, he said

[Refrain]
F#                       G#m               E
I got what ya need son, it's sitting down in the cellar.
F#                       G#m               E                F#
He reached through the cobwebs as he turned on the light, he said

[Chorus]
B             F#          E          B
There might be, a little dust on the bottle,
G#m                F#              E
but don't let it fool ya, about what's inside.
B             F#          E          B
There might be, a little dust on the bottle,
G#m                        F#             E
it's just one of those things, that gets sweeter with time.

[Verse]
B                               F#                     E      B
You were sitting on the porch swing as I, pulled up the driveway,
G#m                      F#                     E
my old heart was racing as you, climbed inside.
B                               F#             E              B
You slide a little bit close as we, drove down to the lake road,
G#m                      F#                E     B
and watched the sun fade in that big red sky.

[Refrain]

F#                              G#m                             E
I reached under the front seat and said, now here's something special.
F#                      G#m                 E          F#
It's just been waitin', for a night like tonight, but -


[Chorus]
B             F#          E          B
There might be, a little dust on the bottle,
G#m                F#              E
but don't let it fool ya, about what's inside.
B             F#          E          B
There might be, a little dust on the bottle,
G#m                        F#             E
it's just one of those things, that gets sweeter with time.

[Bridge]

F#              G#m          E                        B
You're still with me, we'll make some memories,
F#           G#m                E
after all these years there's one - thing - I've found.
F#             G#m             E            B
Some say good love, it's like a fine wine,
F#             G#m                    E             F#
it keeps gettin' better, as the days roll by  . . . but

[Chorus]
B             F#          E          B
There might be, a little dust on the bottle,
G#m                F#              E
but don't let it fool ya, about what's inside.
B             F#          E          B
There might be, a little dust on the bottle,
G#m                        F#             E
it's just one of those things, that gets sweeter with time.