Tytuł: Carry me home

• Wykonawca: AC/DC
• Wyświetleń: 332

  
   The bartender's working on a late night shift
  She's bonka blonds and Bon aims on a midnight drift
  And the dance band's playing the same old slam
  I'm sinking whiskey and you're sipping fine wine
  I don't know what it is you're trying to prove
  Well it should be you but it's me who can hardly move
  And I've got my reputation lying on the line
  Come on baby
  be a good dog and help the blind
  
  Won't you carry me home
  (Like a truck
  pick me up)
  
  You ain't no lady but you've sure got taste in men
  That head of yours has got you by time and time again
  My arms and legs are aching and my head's about to blow
  And your back's been breakin' and I'd hate to spoil the show
  But I've just spent next weeks wages and I'm right out of coin
  But you want more and it's half past four
  and they want to close the joint
  But we can't afford a taxi
  and it's too late for the bus
  But I've been told by friends of mine you're someone I can trust
  
  Won't you carry me home
  (Don't let me lie here in all this beer)
  
  You drank all your booze and half of mine
  I'm bleary eyed and you're waiting for the sunshine
  (to come and kill me)
  Just like the man who threw me on the floor
  Don't matter
  while I'm down here I might as well try
  and find the fucking door
  Excuse me
  have you seen my swizzle stick
  And have you got a plastic bag 'cause I'm gonna be sick
  I'm dead drunk and heave'n hanging upside down
  And you're getting up and leaving
  you think I'm gonna drown
  
  Won't you carry me home