Merry-Go-Round

I cried my tears in a glass of tequila

For a truck-stop honey with a dubious name

She held my heart like a blackjack dealer

And she took my money when I left the game

She was overly fond of sophisticated messing around

I've had a bellyful of living on the same old merry-go-round

Well I played in the Summer and I froze in the Winter

And I hankered for the high school beauty queen

She was married to a rich young timber-miller

And Christened a boy when she was just nineteen

Crazy love, never gonna settle down

I've had a bellyful of loving on the same old merry-go-round

Like any man I've got to work for a living

Just to earn my soul for the weekend show

Saturday morning I'll be down by the river

Getting whipped at the Copmanhurst rodeo

When the weekend comes I'm gonna set fire to the town

I've had a bellyful of working on the same old merry-go-round

I'm gonna set fire to the town...

I'm gonna set fire to the town

I'm looking out as the sun goes down

Drinking Bundaburg at the end of the day

I'm twenty-five and only half alive

And the rest is only just a ticket away

Give me a ticket, take me to a city hotel

I've had a bellyful of living on the same old merry-go-round

I've had a bellyful of living on the same old merry-go-round

I've had a bellyful of living on the same old merry-go-round