Aimee Mann

Fifty years aft ^D er the fair t ^A he picture ^Em I h ^Em/F# ave is so clear ^G
Underneath the clouds in the air rose the tyrlon and the perisphere
And th ^Em at for me ^A was the finest ^G of scenes ^D
Em That perfect wor ^A ld across the river in ^G queens ^{D A G}
Fifty years afte ^D r the fair I ^A drink from ^Em a d ^Em/F# ifferent cup ^G
But it does no good to compare 'cause nothing ever measures up
I g ^Em uess j ^A ust for a secon ^G d we thought ^D
Em That all good th ^A ings would rise to the ^G top ^{D A G}
chorus:
^Bm But how be ^G autiful it was - 'tomor ^D row'
^Bm We'll neve ^G r have a day ^D of sorrow ^A
We go ^Em t through the '30's, ^Em/F# but our belts ^G were tight ^A
We conceived of a future with no hope in sight
We've got decad ^Em es ahead of ^Em/F# us to get it ri ^C ght
I ^Em swear - fi ^Bb fty ye ^C ars after the fair ^{D G}
(solo)
D A Em Em/F# G 2x
^{Em A G D A G}
Fifty years aft ^D er the fair I ^A live in t ^Em omor ^Em/F# row town ^G
Even on a wing and a prayer The future never came around
It hur ^Em ts to even ^A think of those ^G days ^D
Em The damage we do ^A by the hopes that we ^G raise ^{D A G}
(chorus)
A Em Em/F# G D (repeat)
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