Joni Mitchell - Carey Lyrics

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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 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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lyrics submitted by Jen
lyrics corrected by Mary on 02-08-2005