Nanci Griffith - Julie Anne lyrics
[Nanci Griffith - Julie Anne lyrics]
An urban light hit's a bartender's smile
'Cause it's closin' time again
Last call rang out such a long time ago
In the heart of Julie Anne
Now she wait's inside this midnight glow
To steal her dance of grace
White satin gloves on her hands these days
To cover the dancer's age
The wintertime's so sweet
Even wino's have their needs
They pretend that she is younger
When they are lonely
The bar room floor's her home
When the light's are low
They'll call for more
How it hurt's to hear them say she is only
Old Julie Anne
Men don't fear the well's of time
For the years will bring them something
(something)
While the women count their wrinkles
And the children in their homes
But, if I'm blinded here tomorrow
I am blessed in the beauty of chance
To remember the hands of a bird in flight
In the dance of Julie Anne
The wintertime's so sweet
Even wino's have their needs
They pretend that she is younger
When they are lonely
The bar room floor's her home
When the light's are low
They'll call for more
How it hurt's to hear them say she is only
Old Julie Anne
Oh Julie Anne don't go to sleep
Just pick your heart up off that wino's knee
And let the whiskey be your lover
Who makes the winter sweet
And warms a dancer's feet
'Cause it's closin' time again
Last call rang out such a long time ago
In the heart of Julie Anne
Now she wait's inside this midnight glow
To steal her dance of grace
White satin gloves on her hands these days
To cover the dancer's age
The wintertime's so sweet
Even wino's have their needs
They pretend that she is younger
When they are lonely
The bar room floor's her home
When the light's are low
They'll call for more
How it hurt's to hear them say she is only
Old Julie Anne
Men don't fear the well's of time
For the years will bring them something
(something)
While the women count their wrinkles
And the children in their homes
But, if I'm blinded here tomorrow
I am blessed in the beauty of chance
To remember the hands of a bird in flight
In the dance of Julie Anne
The wintertime's so sweet
Even wino's have their needs
They pretend that she is younger
When they are lonely
The bar room floor's her home
When the light's are low
They'll call for more
How it hurt's to hear them say she is only
Old Julie Anne
Oh Julie Anne don't go to sleep
Just pick your heart up off that wino's knee
And let the whiskey be your lover
Who makes the winter sweet
And warms a dancer's feet