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Carey Lyrics By 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 café 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
    i like you i like you 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 faretheewells now
    the night is a starry dome
    and they’re playin’ that scratchy rock and roll
    beneath the matala 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

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    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 café
    have fun tonight
    i said oh you’re a mean old daddy
    but you’re out of sight

    Artist: Joni Mitchell

    Year: 1971

    Decade: 70s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 170