Intro: D A Em Em/F# G
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]
[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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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]
[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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