Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carey, artist - Joni Mitchell. Date of issue: 28.10.2012
Song language: English
Carey |
| 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 |
| 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-welis now |
| The night is a starry dome |
| And they’re playin' that scratchy rock and roll |
| Beneath the matalla moon |
| Come on, Carey, get out your cane |
| I’ll put on some silver |
| Oh you’re a mean old daddy, but I like you |
| The wind is in from Africa |
| Last night I couldn’t sleep |
| Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here |
| But, it’s really not my home |
| Maybe it’s 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 |
| We’ll go to the mermaid cafe |
| Have fun tonight |
| I said, oh, you’re a mean old daddy |
| But you’re out of sight |