Capo IV
Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel
Townes Van Zandt / Townes Van Zandt: Townes Van Zandt (1969)
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Well, the | drunken clown still | hanging 'round, But it's | plain the | laughters | all died down; |
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The | tears you tried so | hard to hide are | flowing. |
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And a blind man with his | knife in hand Has con | vinced him | self that he | understands - |
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I | wish him well, Miss Carousel, but | I gotta be a | going. |
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Won't you come and | get me when You're | sure that you don't | need me then |
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I'll | stand outside your | window - And I | proudly call your | name! |
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Well the | lady's been told that | all her gold Is | worth so | much, she | can't be sold; |
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No | time to weep, she'll | later sleep to | morrow. |
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When she carries her face to the | market place And | bets it | on the | open enrage - |
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She can | ring her bells, Miss Carousel, but the | singing brings me | sorrow. |
Won't you come... |
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Well it's | always done, every | mothers sun Is | surely | grown, and | never run; |
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So they fight with | all their might | inside them. |
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When the battles been fought 'n | they've all been taught That the | trick is | just not | being caught; |
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Will you give 'em hell, Miss Carousel, When they're | begging you to | hide them. |
Won't you come and get me... |
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When they | need a rose, your | eyes felt closed; You | clamped your | fingers ' | round your nose - |
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Would you say, that's any | way to | judge him. |
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Well you haven't got the | authority To | kill him | in the | first degree - |
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But would you | feel compelled, Miss Carousel, If you had | something to | regret in. |
harp solo
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On a | velvet beach far | beneath the reach Of | those who | come to | pry and preach, |
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The | natural man that tried to | stand is | falling. |
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Well how long will it be | before he sees: You | own his | legs but his | mind is free! |
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Only | you can tell, Miss Carousel, How | long will he be | crawling. |
Won't you come and get me... |
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All the | castle walls | grown so tall, | Seems there | ain't no | hope at all - |
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To | reach the top even | though you stopped your | breathin'. |
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But I ain't gonna try to | make you cry, The | teardrops | couldn't | find your eye, |
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It's | all been swell, Miss Carousel, the | time has come for | leaving! |
Won't you come and get me when... |