"January Jones" genre: AAA/Adult Alternative
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	A wistful, cautionary love song about the pleasures and dangers of romancing an independent, free-spirited young woman. You know the kind: those young, fancy love-ya-and leave-ya beauties. The song one of her former lovers talking to her current fling.
	CD: Presto Change-O   Label: Chimney Frog Music Credits: Words and music by Browning Porter and Jeff Romano
	Story Behind the Song This is the first song Jeff Romano and Browning Porter ever wrote together. Browning orginally intended the song to be sung in the first person by a woman. In fact he had a particular woman in mind, a young hippy chick singer named Betsy he had a crush on. When he asked his new guitar-playing friend Jeff to help him with the music, little did he know that Jeff was after the same girl. She loved the song, but it didn't get either of them anywhere with her. (Though Jeff clains she made him a pot of her vegetarian chili. Big whoop.) Just the same, Jeff and Browning have been writing and singing songs together ever since -- ten years and running. Lyrics January Jones She was born on New Years Eve at midnight. Her birthdays are all kissing and champagne. As the tipsy numbers flipped ahead Only twenty years ago Her mother called her January As she panted on her birthing bed. It's a funny name but you know it kind of suits her. You'll remember her after she goes. Open your eyes. Don't you kiss her with your eyes closed, She can't stand that in man. You've got some time. It's pushing early autumn and the grapes are on the vine. Go drink that wine And watch the storm exhaust itself. Don't you put her on your keeping shelf, And don't be surprised If she is gone when January comes again. She hasn't had a home since I was fifteen. Ain't nobody's fault except her own. Every January spins a pirouette On her. She's leaving Soon as she can hitch a ride To someplace she ain't been to yet. Love her for a while if you are so inclined. She loves the sea and the phases of the moon. Sometimes men are kind and sometimes they are strong. She has learned there ain't much in between. You know she says, Crying over changes, that's a waste of days. Get angry if it suits you, But it's poison she won't touch. Look out! Look out through the haze And watch her dancing with you in the autumn rain Until sweet January comes along. Open your eyes. Don't you kiss her with your eyes closed, She can't stand that in man. You've got some time. It's pushing early autumn and the grapes are on the vine. Go drink that wine And watch the storm exhaust itself. Don't you put her on your keeping shelf, And don't be surprised If she is gone when January comes again. Copyright 1997, Chimney Frog Music. All rights reserved.

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