Cairo, Cairo Cairo is my baby’s home See, women in Cairo, women in Cairo Sure don’t dance, they don’t dance alone
I should have never lent you my 45 I guess my lesson is not to lend There’s a big needle going over the line And for a time you have a friend But stone cold silence in the room means the record is at its end You’re turning it over so many times It’s never going back into its sleeve again There’s two sides to every story But it seems like you’ve got ten When I get no letters, it’s the Cairo blues you send
Cairo, Cairo Cairo is my baby’s home See, women in Cairo, women in Cairo Sure don’t dance, they don’t dance alone
Now I know that every time you get lonesome You go and fill yourself to the brink Find yourself a man in a suit and tie Who’ll introduce you to what he drinks He’s answering your questions funny now So you’ll wonder how he thinks He sees his reflection in your skin You’re gonna see yours in the hotel sinks Staring back, the Cairo blues it never blinks
Cairo, Cairo Cairo is my baby’s home See, women in Cairo, women in Cairo Sure don’t dance, they don’t dance alone
Now I’m looking at those thin winter trees And they’re looking like railings for the sky I got my bare hands in my coat pockets And it’s so cold that I could cry When I see that forest falling, all I hear is firewood And it’s crackling louder than that record ever could But it don’t drown out those Cairo blues for good
Cairo, Cairo Cairo is my baby’s home See, women in Cairo, in Cairo They don’t dance alone