Il testo della Carey

Joni Mitchell

Data di rilascio : 30/06/1975

Durata : 0:03:02

Stile : Singer/Songwriter

The wind is in from africa
Last night i couldn't sleep
Oh you know it sure is hard to leave here, carey
But it's 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 i'll put on some silver
Oh you're 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 we'll laugh and toast to nothing
And smash our empty glasses down

Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
A round for these friends of mine
Let's have another round for the bright red devil
Who keeps me in this tourist town
Come on, carey, get out your cane
I'll put on some silver
Oh you're a mean old daddy, but i like you fine
Maybe i'll go to amsterdam
Or maybe i'll go to rome
And rent me a grand piano
And put some flowers 'round my room
But let's not talk about fare-thee-wells now
The night is a starry dome
And they're