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
