Ac Dc - Carry Me Home

The bartender’s working on a late night shift


Cheap bums and blondes and barmaids 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 babybe a good dog and help the blind





Won’t you carry me home


(like a truckpick 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 taxiand 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 matterwhile I’m down here I might as well try and find the fucking door


Excuse mehave 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 leavingyou think I’m gonna drown





Won’t you carry me home