I had a taste of bitter life
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At sweet sixteen
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I was growing up too fast
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If you know what I mean
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Met an older man
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Who taught me his own way to live
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And all I had to do to keep him
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Was to give and give
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[Chorus:]
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The carousel man
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Kept me going around and round
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Carousel man always know
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That I'd stay around
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The carousel man
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Wouldn't let me off
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His merry-go-round
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I followed him around
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In traveling shows
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Along the main county lines
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Watching him drinking his mind away
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Not ever knowing my name at time
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Each night when the show closed down
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He used to tell me of his dreams
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He was wearing new French suits
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While I mended my torn jeans
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[Chorus]
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Then one night in Santa Fe
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The horses stop going around
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There he was my poor rich man
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Lying on the Mexico ground
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All the sad music of his life
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Is still spinning in my mind
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The carousel starts up again
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And I found my place in life
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[Chorus x2]
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Carousel Man
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| Cher |
