Merry-go-round lyrics
by Cold Chisel



"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-roundI'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