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 Levis, shines his cowboy boots   Watches him each Saturday bitin' the dust again   She takes him home, puts him to bed and 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 twenty-two year old brandy   When she loves me, Lord, she's fine, fine as wine      Layin' in the back seat with sugar at the wheel   Broken bones from my last ride is all my head can feel   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 twenty-two 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 twenty-two year old brandy   When she loves me, Lord, she's fine, fine as wine