NIGHT WINES 

Last night I bedded with a bottle of Beaujeaulais trustin' that in time my blues might drift away   
Slumber drew me victim to the blues waters sweet bouquet  

When I woke up this morning I had a beautiful dream   It had been the summer when I was just eighteen    
When I turned the lights on there were ten years in between  

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It made my heart hunger  to make my years younger   
Old father time made up his mind and circumstance   
Good times and bad times each weaves its own web  
There is no second chance  

Now the curtain falls on still another day 
While hopes and dreams hang out as if the same 
Live's to important just to let it slip away  

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It makes my heart hunger to make my years younger  
Old father time made up his mind and circumstance  
Good times and bad times; each weaves its own web 
There is no second chance  

Tonight I will be beddin' with a bottle of Chardonay  Hoping that in time my blues might fade away                                                      Soon fallen victim to the nightwines' sweet bouquet  

CHORUS   Billy Jones