Fine As Wine lyrics

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...