CAREY                 (Joni Mitchell)

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The wind is in from Africa, and last night I couldn't sleep,
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Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave you, Carey, but it's really not my home.
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  My fingernails are filthy, I've got peach tar on my feet,
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And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French Cologne.


CH:
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C'mon, Carey, get out your key,  and I'll put on my finest silver,
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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,
Ah, but let's not talk about fare-thee-wells now, for the night is a starry dome,
And they're playing that scratchy rock'n'roll beneath the Mattalla moon.

CH


C'mon 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 doun.
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.

CH


The wind is in from Africa, and last night I couldn't sleep,
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave you, but it's really not my home.
Maybe it·s been too long a time since I was travelling down in the street,
Now they've got me used to that clean white linen and that fancy French Cologne.
C'mon Carey, get out your key, and I'll put on my finest silver,
Go down to the Mermaid Cafe, have fun tonight.

I said "Oh, you're a mean old daddy, but you're outta sight!".