Letra de 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
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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