D   A   E
A                  D
Fare thee well my brother
               E
please don't stand in my way
A                       E
I'm going down to that dirty town
A                   E
no matter what you say
A                       D
You fooled me and you ruled me
          A              E
and you played in every part
D                E                      A
I gotta go,.... it's no use me stayin' home
A            D
Goodbye my sister
              E
please don't let me see you cry
A            E
Gonna be a star some day
A                    E
no matter what they say
A                       D
And when you hear the crowds
                   A              E
all callin' and shouting out my name
D                       E                A
until then, my little friend, I'll be unsatisfied
A                 D
So long sweet Melinda
        E           
don't forget that you're my girl
         A
Gonna dress you fine
             E
and if you give me time
           A                   E
make you proud like I said I would
             A                   D
And if the Champs Elysee's no fallacy
       A                            E
If I find the world looks like it should
D                                A
Candy cars, movie stars, street bars
               E
then I could stay a while
D            A
Well I love you
D                             E        A
Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome
D          A       E
and I'll miss you all
D                            A      E
even tho' you're tryin' to hold me back
A                  D
Farewell all my family
            E
don't you know I mean you so well
           A               E
Please appreciate I must make a break
          A             E
just to see what I can do
       A                 D
The stage is set so understand
     A                         E
I can't hide in the wings no more
       D               E              A
got to go now it's no use me staying home
[Chorus 2]
                    D    A
All I can say is I love you
          D                   A       E
Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome
         D         A            E
And I think I'm always gonna miss you
        D        A     E
And I love..... you always
               D      A        E
I think I'm always gonna miss ya
       D                     A      E
even tho' you're tryin' to hold me back
        D         A         E
And I love..... you and I miss you
D                          A               E
If you don't get no mail you know I'm in jail
        D        A         E