Merry-go-round Lyrics

"Merry-Go-round" Written by Don WalkerPerformed by Cold
ChiselI cried my tears in a glass of tequilaFor a truck-
stop honey with a dubious nameShe held my heart like a
blackjack dealerAnd took my money when she left the
gameShe was overly fond of sophisticated messin'
aroundI've had a bellyful of livin' in the same old
merry-go-roundWell I played in the summer and I froze in
the winterAnd I hankered for the high school beauty
queenShe was married to a rich young timber millerAnd
christened a boy when she was just nineteenCrazy love,
never gonna settle downI've had a bellyful of lovin' on
the same old merry-go-roundLike any man I've got to work for a livingJust to earn my soul for a weekend
showSaturday morning I'll be down by the riverGetting
whipped at the Copmanhurst rodeoWhen the weekend comes
I'm gonna set fire to the townI've had a bellyful of
workin' on the same old merry-go-round I'm gonna set fire
to this town (repeated) I'm looking out as the sun goes
downDrinking Bundeburg at the end of the dayI'm
twentyfive, I'm half aliveThe rest is only just a ticket
awayGive me a ticket, take me to a city hotelI've had a
bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round

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