Текст песни Joni Mitchell - Carey
Joni Mitchell - Carey слова песни
The wind is in from africaLast night I couldnt sleepOh, you know it sure is hard to leave here careyBut its really not my homeMy fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feetAnd I miss my clean white linen and my fancy french cologneOh carey get out your caneAnd Ill put on some silverOh youre a mean old daddy, but I like you fineCome on down to the mermaid cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wineAnd well laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses downLets have a round for these freaks and these soldiersA round for these friends of mineLets have another round for the bright red devilWho keeps me in this tourist townCome on, carey, get out your caneIll put on some silverOh youre a mean old daddy, but I like youMaybe Ill go to amsterdamOr maybe Ill go to romeAnd rent me a grand piano and put some flowers round my roomBut lets not talk about fare-thee-welis nowThe night is a starry dome.And theyre playin that scratchy rock and rollBeneath the matalla moonCome on, carey, get out your caneAnd Ill put on some silverYoure a mean old daddy, but I like youThe wind is in from africaLast night I couldnt sleepOh, you know it sure is hard to leave hereBut, its really not my homeMaybe its been too long a timeSince I was scramblin down in the streetNow they got me used to that clean white linenAnd that fancy french cologneOh carey, get out your caneIll put on my finest silverWell go to the mermaid cafeHave fun tonightI said, oh, youre a mean old daddy, but youre out of sight