Homemade Wine
Copyright 2016 by Wes Tibbets

Verse One

A money kind of honey
In your cowboy boots
With a cute tattoo
That plays peek-a-boo
Like whiskey, no water
There ain’t nothing hotter
Than the homegrown love
Of a farmer’s daughter

Chorus

You taste like grapes
Straight from the vine
I get drunk on your love
Like homemade wine
Baby, you’re a ten
You sure turned out fine
A kiss from your lips
Is like homemade wine

Verse Two

Baby, you got a body
That feels like home
I miss it anytime
That I’m gone too long
You got the kind of moves
That shakes me to my roots
I wonder who taught you
The things that you do

Chorus

You taste like grapes
Straight from the vine
I get drunk on your love
Like homemade wine
Baby, you’re a ten
You sure turned out fine
A kiss from your lips
Is like homemade wine

Bridge

Baby, baby, baby
I want you like crazy
All of the time
And I don’t mean maybe

Chorus

You taste like grapes
Straight from the vine
I get drunk on your love
Like homemade wine
Baby, you’re a ten
You sure turned out fine
A kiss from your lips
Is like homemade wine

Tag

I get drunk on your love
Like homemade wine

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