Night Wines - Digitally Remastered 2001

Jones
 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 water's sweet bouquet
 When I woke up this morning
 I had a beautiful dream
 It'd been the summer
 When I was just eighteen
 When I turned the lights on
 There were ten years in between
 It made my heart hunger
 To make my years younger
 Old Father Time's made up his mind
 And circumstance
 Good times and bad times
 Each weaves its own web
 There's no second chance
 Now the curtain falls
 On still another day
 While hopes and dreams hang out
 As if the same
 Life's too important
 Just to let it slip away
 It makes my heart hunger
 To make my years younger
 But Old Father Time's 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 (Chardonay)
 Hoping that in time my blues
 Might fade away
 Soon fallen victim
 To the night wine's sweet bouquet
 It makes my heart hunger
 To make my years younger
 But Old Father Time's made up his mind
 And circumstance
 Good times and bad times
 Each weaves its own web
 There is no second chance
 Old Father Time's just made up his mind
 And circumstance
 Good times and bad times
 Each weaves its own web
 There is no second chance