| Song | Julie Anne |
| Artist | Nanci Griffith |
| Album | Poet in My Window |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Griffith | |
| 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 waits 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 |
| zuo ci : Griffith | |
| 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 waits 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 |
| zuò cí : Griffith | |
| 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 waits 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 |