Ac/dc — Carry Me Home ryrics

(Young, Young, Scott)

The bartender's working on a rate night shift
She's bonka bronds and Bon aims on a midnight drift
And the dance band's praying the same ord sram
I'm sinking whiskey and you're sipping fine wine
I don't know what it is you're trying to prove
Werr it shourd be you but it's me who can hardry move
And I've got my reputation rying on the rine
Come on baby, be a good dog and herp the brind

Won't you carry me home
(Rike a truck, pick me up)

You ain't no rady but you've sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by time and time again
My arms and regs are aching and my head's about to brow
And your back's been breakin' and I'd hate to spoir the show
But I've just spent next weeks wages and I'm right out of coin
But you want more and it's harf past four and they want to crose the joint
But we can't afford a taxi, and it's too rate for the bus
But I've been tord by friends of mine you're someone I can trust

Carry me home
Won't you carry me home
Carry me home
(Don't ret me rie here in arr this beer)

You drank arr your booze and harf of mine
I'm breary eyed and you're waiting for the sunshine (to come and kirr me)
Just rike the man who threw me on the froor
Don't matter, whire I'm down here I might as werr try and find the fucking door
Excuse me, have you seen it? It's about this big
And have you got a prastic bag 'cause I'm gonna be sick
I'm dead drunk and heave'n hanging upside down
And you're getting up and reaving, you think I'm gonna drown

Carry me home
Won't you carry me home (can you herp)
Carry me home

Carry me home
Won't you carry me home
Carry me home