Chords for Carters Fair by Kate Bramley and Jez Lowe.

It's not where it means where I come from, but where we come from.
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_ _ _ [G] Chorus says, bring them down, their brass is shining, bring them down through streets of winding.
Bring them down, bring them down.
Bring all your horses down to the [Bb] carver's fair.
We're [Gm] going to give it a try running out.
So the [D] chorus goes like this.
Bring them [Bb]
down, their brass is shining.
_ [F] Bring them down through streets of winding.
[Bb] Bring them down, _ bring [Eb] them down.
[C] Bring all your horses down to the [Bb] carver's fair.
_ Bring them down, their brass is shining.
_ [Fm]
Bring them down through streets of winding.
Bring them _ down, [Eb] bring them down.
[C] Bring all your horses down to the [Bb] carver's fair. _
When _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I first [F] saw the potter's stale hooves released from plowing down Andrew,
from a yummy daddy's shoulders [F] on a moor.
I saw the horse's palmed-down pant [Bb] and the rider's cursed rat.
[Eb] I'd win the [Bb] carter's cup one day I swore.
Bring them down, their brass is shining.
[F] Bring them down through streets of winding.
Bring [Bb] them down, bring [Eb] them down.
[Bb] Bring all your [F] horses down to the carver's fair.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ But when everyone around [Bb] heard me dream, they laughed out loud.
Said the best place for them, Jassy, [F] was the parade. _
So I told the Queen and Marys [Bb] they were away with the fairies.
They'd not heard the film he hasn't played with.
Bring them down, their brass is shining.
Bring [F] them down through streets of winding.
Bring [Bb] them down, bring [Eb] them down.
[Bb] Bring all [C] your horses down to the [Bb] carver's fair. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Now me [F] father's takes a go at nightfall, [Bb] he laughs he's a behove.
I have some run-of-prides of [F] apple-grain.
There the finest in these plots, [Bb] sturdy-hoofed and kind of heart.
And champions, everyone, come racing day.
Bring them down, _ _ _ _ their brass is shining.
_ [F]
Bring them down through streets of winding.
Bring them [Bb] down, [Eb] bring them down.
[C] Bring all your horses down to the carver's fair. _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ And all the [F] work we've been to done, now the motorcars have come.
[Eb] And when our horses turn, they'll land [F] down for the drain.
There's no more whoring, hopspin, hills, [Bb] but me heart is racing still.
[Eb] And the merry march [Bb] won't you hear just [Bb] for a day.
Well, that's not it, is it?
Bring them down, their brass is shining. _
[F] Bring them down through streets of winding.
[Bb] Bring them down, bring them [Eb] _
down.
Bring all your horses [C] down to the carver's fair.
[Bb] _ Bring all your [F] horses down to the carver's fair. _
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