The wind is in from Africa
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Last night I couldn't sleep
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Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey
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But it's really not my home
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My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet
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And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne
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Oh Carey get out your cane
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And I'll put on some silver
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Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you fine
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Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine
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And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down
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Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
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A round for these friends of mine
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Let's have another round for the bright red devil
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Who keeps me in this tourist town
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Come on, Carey, get out your cane
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I'll put on some silver
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Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you
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Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam
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Or maybe I'll go to Rome
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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
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The night is a starry dome.
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And they're playin' that scratchy rock and roll
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Beneath the Matalla Moon
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Come on, Carey, get out your cane
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And I'll put on some silver
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You're a mean old Daddy, but I like you
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The wind is in from Africa
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Last night I couldn't sleep
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Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here
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But, it's really not my home
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Maybe it's been too long a time
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Since I was scramblin' down in the street
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Now they got me used to that clean white linen
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And that fancy French cologne
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Oh Carey, get out your cane
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I'll put on my finest silver
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We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe
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Have fun tonight
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I said, Oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but you're out of sight
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Carey
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| Joni Mitchell |
