Joni Mitchell - Carey (Reprise Records '71) - Синглы / Single_s | Текст песни

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The wind is in from africa

Last night I couldnt sleep

Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here carey

But its really not my home

My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet

And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy french cologne

Oh carey get out your cane

And Ill put on some silver

Oh youre a mean old daddy, but I like you fine

Come on down to the mermaid cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine

And well laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down

Lets have a round for these freaks and these soldiers

A round for these friends of mine

Lets have another round for the bright red devil

Who keeps me in this tourist town

Come on, carey, get out your cane

Ill put on some silver

Oh youre a mean old daddy, but I like you

Maybe Ill go to amsterdam

Or maybe Ill go to rome

And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers round my room

But lets not talk about fare-thee-welis now

The night is a starry dome.

And theyre playin that scratchy rock and roll

Beneath the matalla moon

Come on, carey, get out your cane

And Ill put on some silver

Youre a mean old daddy, but I like you

The wind is in from africa

Last night I couldnt sleep

Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here

But, its really not my home

Maybe its been too long a time

Since I was scramblin down in the street

Now they got me used to that clean white linen

And that fancy french cologne

Oh carey, get out your cane

Ill put on my finest silver

Well go to the mermaid cafe

Have fun tonight

I said, oh, youre a mean old daddy, but youre out of sight

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