| Song | Night Wines (Digitally Remastered 2001) - Digitally Remastered 2001 |
| Artist | The Outlaws |
| Album | Platinum & Gold Collection |
| Download | 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 |