Sweeter than the grapes growin' out in California Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach Warms you goin' down like a 22-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, shines his cowboy boots Watches him each Saturday bitin' the dust again She takes him home, puts him to bed, rubs in the linament 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 22-year-old brandy When she loves me, Lord, she's fine, fine as wine
♪ Layin' in the backseat 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 put her through But I'll never find another gal who's sweeter or is true 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 22-year-old brandy When she loves me, Lord, she's fine, fine as wine Sweeter than the grapes growin' out in California Softer than the fuzz on the sweetest Georgia peach Warms you goin' down like a 22-year-old brandy When she loves me, Lord, she's fine, fine as wine