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Fare thee well, Miss Carousel
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by Townes Van Zandt
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The drunken clown's still hanging round
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but it plain the laughter's all died down
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the tears you tried so hard to hide
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are flowin'
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A blind man with his knife in hand
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has convinced himself that he understands
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I wish him well, Miss Carousel
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but I gotta be a-goin'
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Won't you come and get me when
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you're sure that you don't need me then
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I stand outside your window
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and proudly call your name
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The ladies been told that all of gold
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is worth so much it can't be sold
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No time to weep she'll need her sleep
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tomorrow
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When she carries her face to the market place
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and bets it on the opening race
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she can ring her bells, Miss Carousel,
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but her singing brings me sorrow
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It's always done every mother's son
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is shown that grown men never run
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and so they fight with all the might
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inside them
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When the battle's been fought and they all been taught
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that the trick is just not being caught
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Will you give them hell, Miss Carousel,
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when they're begging you to hide them
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When the need arose your eyes fell closed
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you clamped your fingers round your nose
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Would you say that's any way
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to judge him
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You haven't got the authority
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to kill him in the first degree
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but would you feel compelled, Miss Carousel,
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if you have something to begrudge him
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On a velvet beach far beneath the reach
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of those that come to pray and preach
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The natural man who tries to stand
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is fallin
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How long will it be before he sees
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you own his legs but his mind is free
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Only you can tell, Miss Carousel,
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how long will he be crawling?
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The castle walls has grown so tall
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seem there ain't no hope at all
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to reach the top even though you stop
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for breathin'
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But I ain't gonna try to make you cry
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the tear drops couldn't find your eye
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It's all been swell, Miss Carousel,
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but the time has come for leavin'
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Fare thee well, Miss Carousel
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| Townes Van Zandt |
