paroles de chanson Merry-Go-Round - Live - Cold Chisel

I cried my tears in a glass of tequila
For a truck-stop honey with a dubious name
She held my heart like a blackjack dealer
Took my money when I left the game
She was overly fond of sophisticated messin' around
I had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round

Well I played in the summer, I froze in the winter
And I hankered for a high school beauty queen
She was married to a rich young timber-miller
Christened a boy when she was just nineteen
Crazy love, never gonna settle down
I had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round

Like any man I gotta work for a living
Just to earn my soul for the weekend show
Saturday morning I'll be down by the river
Getting pissed at the Copmanhurst rodeo
When the weekend comes I'm gonna set fire to the town
I had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round
Take it away now - shh

I'm gonna set fire to the town
I'm gonna set fire to the town
I'm gonna set fire to the town
I'm gonna set fire to the town
I'm gonna set fire to the town
I'm gonna set fire to the town

Well I'm looking out as the sun goes down
Drinking Bundaburg at the end of the day
Twenty-five and only half alive
The rest is only just a ticket away
Well give me a ticket, take me to a city hotel
I had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round
I had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round
I had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round

Give it here baby, wooh
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