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... [ guitar ] 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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
