Текст и слова песни AC/DC – Carry Me Home
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
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
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