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