Intro: (2X) Intro: | Verse: Creole Williams lived down a dirt road made homemade wine like nobody I know dropped by one Friday night and said can you help me Creole got a little girl waitin' on me and I wanna treat her right, he said I got what you need son, it's sittin down in the cellar he reached through the cobwebs as he turned on the light and said Chorus: