Capo IV
Fare Thee Well, Miss Carousel
Townes Van Zandt / Townes Van Zandt: Townes Van Zandt (1969)
only guitars
| intro: | C | Em | F | Em | Dm | G | F | |
| F | C | Em | F | Em | Dm | |
| Well, the | drunken clown still | hanging 'round, But it's | plain the | laughters | all died down; |
| G | F | C | |
| The | tears you tried so | hard to hide are | flowing. |
| C | Em | F | Em | Dm | |
| And a blind man with his | knife in hand Has con | vinced him | self that he | understands - |
| G | F | C | |
| I | wish him well, Miss Carousel, but | I gotta be a | going. |
+ bass & cajon
| 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 | F | Em | Dm | |
| Well the | lady's been told that | all her gold Is | worth so | much, she | can't be sold; |
| G | F | C | |
| No | time to weep, she'll | later sleep to | morrow. |
| C | Em | F | Em | Dm | |
| When she carries her face to the | market place And | bets it | on the | open enrage - |
| G | F | C | |
| She can | ring her bells, Miss Carousel, 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 | F | Em | Dm | |
| Well it's | always done, every | mothers sun Is | surely | grown, and | never run; |
| G | F | C | |
| So they fight with | all their might | inside them. |
| C | Em | F | Em | Dm | |
| When the battles been fought 'n | they've all been taught That the | trick is | just not | being caught; |
| G | F | C | |
| Will you give 'em hell, Miss Carousel, 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! |
only guitars
| C | Em | F | Em | Dm | |
| All the | castle walls | grown so tall, | Seems there | ain't no | hope at all - |
| G | F | C | |
| To | reach the top even | though you stopped your | breathin'. |
| C | Em | F | Em | Dm | |
| But I ain't gonna try to | make you cry, The | teardrops | couldn't | find your eye, |
| G | F | C | |
| It's | all been swell, Miss Carousel, the | time has come for | leaving! |
1st: whisper
| |: | 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! |
