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Intro 1
(G major) (D major) (G major) (D major) (G major) (D major) (G major)
(D major) (G major) (D major) (G major) (D major) (G major)
Verse 1
I was (D major)
nineteen when I came to town
They called it the summer of love
There were burning babies,
burning flags,
(A major) hawks against the (G major) doves
I (D major) took a job at the steamy,
down on Codrum Street
And I fell in love
with a laundry girl
work (A major) ing next to (E minor) me
(G major) She (D major) was a (B minor) rare thing,
fine as a (D major) bee's wing
So fine that a breath of (A major) wind
would blur her away (G major)
She (D major) was a (B minor) lost child,
she was (D major) running wild
She said as long as there's no (A major) price
on love I'll (G major) stay
(E minor) An (G major) d you (A major) wouldn't (D major) want
me any other way
Brown hair fell across her face
and a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
there was (A major) animal in her (G major) eyes (E minor)
(G major) She said, (D major) oh man, well can't you see,
I'm not the (G major) factory kind (D major)
If you don't (G major) take me (D major) out of here,
I'll (A major) surely lose my (G major) mind (E minor)
She was a (B minor) rare thing,
fine as a (D major) bee's wing
So fine that a breath of (A major) wind
would blow her (G major) away
She was a (B minor) lost child, she was (D major) running wild
She said, as long as there's no (A major) price
on (G major) marble to stay
And you wouldn't (A major) want me (D major) any other way
So we busked around (G major) the
(D major) market towns
and we picked fruit (G major) down in (D major) Kent
We could (G major) tink up (D major) wots and pans
and (A major) knives wherever we (G major) went
I (D major) said that we might settle down
and get a few acres dug
With a fire burning (G major) (D major) in the hearth
and (A major) babies on the (G major) rug
She (B minor) said, oh man, you foolish man,
it (A major) surely sounds like (D major) hell
You might be (G major) lord of (D major) half the world,
you (A major) won't own me as (G major) well
She was a (B minor) rare thing,
fine as a (D major) bee's wing
So fine that a breath of (A major) wind
would blow her away (G major)
She was a (B minor) lost child, she was (D major) running wild
She said, as long as there's no (A major) price
on love or (G major) stay
And you (A major) wouldn't want me (D major) any other way (G major) (D major) (G major) (D major) (G major) (D major) (A major) (G major)
(D major) (G major) (D major) (G major) (D major) (G major) (D major)
(A major) (G major) (A major) (D major) (G major) (E minor) (A major) (B minor) (A major)
(G major) (E minor) (A major) (G major)
We were (D major) camped down
in the gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't
wait for the frost
And (A major) I thought maybe we (G major) should
We were (D major) drinking more in those days
and the tempers (G major) reached a (D major) pitch
Like a (G major) fool I (D major) let her run
with (A major) a rambling (G major) itch
She was a (B minor) rare thing, fine as a (D major) bee's wing
So fine that a breath of (A major) wind
would blow her (G major) away
She (B minor) was a lost child,
she was (D major) running wild
She said as long as (A major) there's no price
on love I'll (G major) stay
And you (A major) wouldn't want
me (D major) any (A major) other (D major) way
And the last I heard she's
sleeping rough
back on the (G major) derby (D major) beat
With a bottle of (G major) whiskey
an (D major) d a hip pocket
and (A major) wolfhounds at her (G major) feet (E minor)
They (G major) (D major) say she (G major) even (D major) married once
to a man named (G major) Romany Brown
(D major) Even a (G major) gypsy's (D major) caravan
was (A major) too much settling down (G major)
And they (B minor) say her flower has faded now
from (A major) hard weather and hard (D major) dunes
Maybe that's (G major) just the price (D major) you pay
for the (A major) chains you re (G major) fuse
She was a (B minor) rare thing,
fine as a (D major) bee's wing
So fine that I (A major) might crush her where she lay (G major)
If I could just (B minor) taste all (D major) of her wildness now
If I could hold (D major) her (A major) in my arms for a (G major) day
Well I wouldn't (A major) want her any (D major) other way
Beeswing
Austral
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