Fine As Oregon Wine 1986 Gus Johnson

I came from the olden-time hills of Appalachia

To live in the Oregon Pines

And met a gal sweet as Oregon sunshine

Fine as Oregon Wine

Her Hairs as gold as Chardonney

Her eyes a dark Pinot Noir

Her lips as red as a Cabernet

Her voice a Petite Syrah

She’s the kind of a gal only Oregon could grow

A vintage getting better with time

She’s sweet as Oregon Sunshine, Fine as Oregon Wine

Her father gave her his quiet strength

Her mama taught her skills of the hand

I gave her a cat and horse and a dog

And a little piece of Oregon land

When my hair’s white as the Cascades crown

I’ll still be loving cuddling her at night

Cause when you’re lovin’ an Oregon gal

You gotta keep doin’ it right