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! |
