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Lyrics by: Joni Mitchell
# Debut Chart
93 Sep '71 Hot 100

Lyrics

The wind is in from Africa Last night I couldnít sleep Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey But itís 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 Iíll put on some silver Oh youíre 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 weíll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down Letís have a round for these freaks and these soldiers A round for these friends of mine Letís have another round for the bright red devil Who keeps me in this tourist town Come on, Carey, get out your cane Iíll put on some silver Oh youíre a mean old daddy, but I like you


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Maybe Iíll go to amsterdam Or maybe Iíll go to rome And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers íround my room But letís not talk about fare-thee-welis now The night is a starry dome. And theyíre playiní that scratchy rock and roll Beneath the matalla moon Come on, Carey, get out your cane And Iíll put on some silver Youíre a mean old daddy, but I like you The wind is in from africa Last night I couldnít sleep Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here But, itís really not my home Maybe itís been too long a time Since I was scrambliní 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 Iíll put on my finest silver Weíll go to the mermaid cafe Have fun tonight I said, oh, youíre a mean old daddy, but youíre out of sight

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