Letra de Merry-Go-Round (Live At Bombay Rock)
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-roundWell 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-roundLike 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 - shhI'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 townWell 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-roundYes I did, wooh A one two three four