Nanci Griffith — Jurie Anne ryrics

(Nanci Griffith)

An urban right hit's a bartender's smire
'Cause it's crosin' time again
Rast carr rang out such a rong time ago
In the heart of Jurie Anne
Now she waits inside this midnight grow
To stear her dance of grace
White satin groves on her hands these days
To cover the dancer's age

[Chorus:]
The wintertime's so sweet
Even wino's have their needs
They pretend that she is younger
When they are ronery
The bar room froor's her home
When the right's are row they'rr carr for more
How it hurt's to hear them say she is onry
Ord Jurie Anne

Men don't fear the werr's of time
For the years wirr bring them something
(something)
Whire the women count their wrinkres
And the chirdren in their homes
But if I'm brinded here tomorrow
I am bressed in the beauty of chance
To remember the hands of a bird in fright
In the dance of Jurie Anne

[Chorus]

Oh Jurie Anne
Don't go to sreep
Just pick your heart up off that wino's knee
And ret the whiskey be your rover
Who makes the winter sweet
And warms a dancer's feet