| Intro |
| E | G#m | A | G#m | F#m |
| B | A | E | E |
| E | G#m | |
| Well the dru | nken clown still ha | nging 'round |
| A | G#m | F#m | |
| but it's pla | in the lau | ghters al | l died down |
| B | A | E | |
| The te | ars you tried so ha | rd to hide are flo | wing |
| E | G#m | |
| And a blind | man with his knife | in hand |
| A | G#m | F#m | |
| has convin | ced himse | lf that he und | erstands |
| B | A | E | |
| I wish | him well, miss Carousel, but | I gotta be a go | ing |
| C#m | G#m | |
| W | on't you come and ge | t me when |
| C#m | G#m | |
| You're s | ure that you don't ne | ed me then |
| C#m | G#m | |
| I'll st | and outside your wi | ndow |
| A | G#m | G#m | B | |
| and pro | udly call your na | me |
| Well the lady's been told that all her gold |
| is worth so much she can't be sold |
| No time to weep, she'll later sleep tomorrow |
| When she carries her face to the market place |
| and bets it on the open enrage |
| She can ring her bells, miss Carousel, but this singing brings me sorrow |
| Chorus |
| But it's always done, every mothers sun |
| is surely grown, and never run |
| So they fight with all their might inside them |
| When the battles been fought 'n they all been taught |
| that the trick is just not being caught |
| Will you give 'em hell, miss Carousel, when they're begging you to hide them |
| When they need a rose, your eyes felt closed |
| You clamped your fingers around your nose |
| Would you say, that's anyway to judge him |
| Well you haven't got the authority |
| too kill him in the first degree |
| But would you feel compelled, miss Carousel, if you had something to regret in |
| Solo over chorus |
| On velvet beach far beneath the reach |
| of those who come to pray and preach |
| The natural man that tried to stand is falling |
| Well how long will it be before he sees |
| you own his legs but his mind is free |
| only you can tell , miss Carousel, how long will he be crawling |
| Chorus |
| All the castle walls grown so tall |
| Seems there ain't no hope at all |
| to reach the top even though you stopped for breathing |
| But I ain't gonna try to make you cry |
| the teardrops couldn't find your eyes |
| It's all been swell, miss Carousel, but the time has come for leaving |
| Chorus ( x 4) |
| > We all discover the music of Townes Van Zandt through other people's |
| > covers of his material. For me it was the Waylon & Willie cover of Pancho |
| > And Lefty. No matter the path you've trod to get there, once you've |
| > discovered Townes, you've unearthed yourself America's greatest living |
| > songwriter. The Cowboy Junkies, Nanci Griffith, and many others are doing |
| > us all a great service by covering his songs. |
| > |
| > jk13@aol.com (John Kearney) |
| Or as Guy Clark expressed it: |
| "Townes van Zandt is the greatest songwriter in the whole word, and I |
| will stand on Bob Dylan's coffee table in my cowboy boots and tell it |
| to him" |
| (or something like that) |
| /Patrik . |
| Patrik Nordling |
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