Carey - Joni Mitchell

    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
    And I'll put on some silver
    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
    I'll 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
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