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