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
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
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