歌曲 | Night Wines (Digitally Remastered 2001) - Digitally Remastered 2001 |
歌手 | The Outlaws |
专辑 | Platinum & Gold Collection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jones | |
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 |
zuo ci : Jones | |
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 |
zuò cí : Jones | |
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 |