Текст песни Merry-Go-Round - Live At Bombay Rock - Cold Chisel

Here's a song off the E.P. "You're Thirteen, You're Beautiful and You're Mine"
It's also on the album
This one's called "Merry-Go-Round"

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
I hankered for a high school beauty queen
She's married to a rich young timber-miller
And christened a boy when she was just nineteen
Crazy love, never gonna settle down
I had a bellyful of workin' on the same old merry-go-round

Like any man I gotta work for a living
Earn my soul for the weekend show
Saturday morning I'll be down by the river
Getting whipped at the Copmanhurst rodeo
When the weekend comes I'm gonna set fire to the town
I had a bellyful of workin' on the same old merry-go-round
Take it way down 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
I'm 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 lovin' on the same old merry-go-round
I had a bellyful of livin', the same old merry-go-round

Yes I did, wooh
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