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Joni Mitchell - Carey |
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The wind is in from africa |
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Last night i couldn\'t sleep |
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Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here carey |
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But it\'s really not my home |
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My fingernails are filthy, i got beach tar on my feet |
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And i miss my clean white linen and my fancy french cologne |
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Oh carey get out your cane |
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And i\'ll put on some silver |
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Oh you\'re a mean old daddy, but i like you fine |
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Come on down to the mermaid cafe and i will buy you a bottle of wine |
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And we\'ll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down |
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Let\'s have a round for these freaks and these soldiers |
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A round for these friends of mine |
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Let\'s have another round for the bright red devil |
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Who keeps me in this tourist town |
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Come on, carey, get out your cane |
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I\'ll put on some silver |
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Oh you\'re a mean old daddy, but i like you~~~ |
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Maybe i\'ll go to amsterdam |
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Or maybe i\'ll go to rome |
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And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers \'round my room |
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But let\'s not talk about fare-thee-welis now |
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The night is a starry dome. |
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And they\'re playin\' that scratchy rock and roll |
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Beneath the matalla moon |
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Come on, carey, get out your cane |
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And i\'ll put on some silver |
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You\'re a mean old daddy, but i like you |
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The wind is in from africa |
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Last night i couldn\'t sleep |
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Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here |
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But, it\'s really not my home |
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Maybe it\'s been too long a time |
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Since i was scramblin\' down in the street |
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Now they got me used to that clean white linen |
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And that fancy french cologne |
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Oh carey, get out your cane |
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I\'ll put on my finest silver |
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We\'ll go to the mermaid cafe |
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Have fun tonight |
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I said, oh, you\'re a mean old daddy, but you\'re out of sight |
