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[Intro]
C G F# F C
G F# F C
The last night of the fair
[Verse 1]
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed and his money is grabbed
G F# F
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
C
She is famous, she is funny
An engagement ring doesn't mean a thing
G F# F C
To a mind consumed by brass money
[Chorus]
G F# F C
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
G F# F C
But my faith in love is still devout
G F# F C
The last night of the fair
[Verse 2]
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
G F# F C
It's a hideous trait on her mother's side
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
G F# F C
It's a hideous trait on her mother's side
[Chorus]
G F# F C
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
G F# F C
But my faith in love is still devout
G F# F C
Then someone falls in love
[Verse 3]
And someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up
G F# F C
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
G F# F C
And the senses being dulled are mine
[Chorus]
G F# F C
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
G F# F C
But my faith in love is still devout
G F# F C
This is the last night of the fair
[Verse 4]
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
G F# F C
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said, "How quickly would I die
G F# F
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
C
Lalala, lalala, lalala
G F# F C
This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
G F# F C
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said, "How quickly would I die
G F# F
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
C
Lalala, lalala, lalala
G F# F C
So scratch my name on your arm
[Bridge]
With a fountain pen
G F#
This means you really love me
F C
Scratch my name on your arm
With a fountain pen
G F# F C
This means you really love me
Lalala
G F# F C
And though I walk home alone
[Chorus]
I just might walk home alone
G F# F C
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
G F# F C
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
G F# F
But my faith in love is still devout
[Outro]
C
Lalala, lalala, lalala
G F# F
Lalalalalalala
[Intro]
| C - - - | - - - - | - - - - | - - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - |
The last night of the fair
[Verse 1]
| G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - |
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed and his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
She is famous, she is funny
An engagement ring doesn't mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass money
[Chorus]
| G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - |
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
The last night of the fair
[Verse 2]
| G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - |
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait on her mother's side
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait on her mother's side
[Chorus]
| G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - |
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
Then someone falls in love
[Verse 3]
| G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - |
And someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
[Chorus]
| G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - |
And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
This is the last night of the fair
[Verse 4]
| G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - |
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said, "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
Lalala, lalala, lalala
This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said, "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?"
Lalala, lalala, lalala
So scratch my name on your arm
[Bridge]
| G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - |
With a fountain pen
This means you really love me
Scratch my name on your arm
With a fountain pen
This means you really love me
Lalala
And though I walk home alone
[Chorus]
| G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F | C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F |
I just might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
[Outro]
| C - - - |
| - - - - | - - - - | G - F# F |
Lalala, lalala, lalala
Lalalalalalala
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