Carry Me Home – AC/DC (Letras)

1 enero, 1900 a0130523 0 comentarios

(young, young, scott)
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

Carry me home
Won t you carry me home
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 it? it s about this big
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

Carry me home
Won t you carry me home (can you help)
Carry me home

Carry me home
Won t you c