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 - |
| B | A | E |
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 |
| C#m | G#m | A | G#m | B |
I'll | stand outside your | window - And I | proudly call your | name! | |
| E | G#m | A | G#m | F#m |
Well the | lady's been told that | all her gold Is | worth so | much, she | can't be sold; |
| B | A | E |
No | time to weep, she'll | later sleep to | morrow. |
| E | G#m | A | G#m | F#m |
| When she carries her face to the | market place And | bets it | on the | open enrage - |
| B | A | E |
She can | ring her bells, Miss Carousel, but the | singing brings me | sorrow. |
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| Won't you come and | get me when You're | sure that you don't | need me then |
| C#m | G#m | A | G#m | B |
I'll | stand outside your | window - And I | proudly call your | name! | |
| E | G#m | A | G#m | F#m |
Well it's | always done, every | mothers sun Is | surely | grown, and | never run; |
| B | A | E |
| So they fight with | all their might | inside them. |
| E | G#m | A | G#m | F#m |
| When the battles been fought 'n | they've all been taught That the | trick is | just not | being caught; |
| B | A | E |
| Will you give 'em hell, Miss Carousel, When they're | begging you to | hide them. |
| C#m | G#m | C#m | G#m |
| Won't you come and | get me when You're | sure that you don't | need me then |
| C#m | G#m | A | G#m | B |
I'll | stand outside your | window - And I | proudly call your | name! | |
| E | G#m | A | G#m | F#m |
All the | castle walls | grown so tall, | Seems there | ain't no | hope at all - |
| B | A | E |
To | reach the top even | though you stopped your | breathin'. |
| E | G#m | A | G#m | F#m |
| But I ain't gonna try to | make you cry, The | teardrops | couldn't | find your eye, |
| B | A | E |
It's | all been swell, Miss Carousel, the | time has come for | leaving! |
| |: | | C#m | G#m | C#m | G#m |
| | | Won't you come and | get me when You're | sure that you don't | need me then |
| C#m | G#m | A | G#m | B | | :| |
I'll | stand outside your | window - And I | proudly call your | name! | | | |
Bass: Intro Verse Chorus
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