Beeswing chords by Brad Tuck

SimplifiedD · A · G · Bm · Em

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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I was eighteen
when I came to town
They call it the summer of love
They were burnin' babies,
burnin' flags,
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and the hawks against the dogs
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I took a job at the steaming way
down on Cauldron Street
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I fell in love with a laundry girl
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that was workin' next to me
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Brown hair zigzagged around her face
and the look of half -surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights,
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there was animal in her eyes
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She said to me, now can't you see,
I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here,
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I'll lose me mind
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She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
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So fine a breath of wind
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might blow her away
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She was a lost child,
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she was a running wild
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She said so long as there's
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no price on love I'll stay
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You wouldn't want me any other way
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We bussed around the market towns
from Pickendown and Kent
We tinkered pots and pans
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and knives wherever we went
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We camped down in the gower
and the work was mighty good
She wouldn't wait for the harvest,
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I  thought we should
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I said to her, let's settle down,
get a few acres dug
With a fire burnin' in the hearth
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and babies on the rug
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She said, oh man, you foolish man,
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that surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world,
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you're not only as well
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She was a rare thing,
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fine as a day's wing
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So find a breath of wind,
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might blow her away
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She was a lost child,
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she was running wild
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She said so long as there's
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no price on love I'll stay
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You wouldn't want me any
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other way
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We were drinking more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run away
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When she took the ramblin' ditch
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At last I heard she was living rough
Back on the Derby beat
A bottle of white horse in her pocket
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And a wolfhound at her feet
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They say that she was married once
To a man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
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Is too much like settling down
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They say her rose has faded
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Rough weather and hard rules
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Maybe that's the price you pay
For the chains that you refuse
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She was a rare thing,
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fine as a bee's wing
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I mis s her more than words can ever say
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If I could just taste
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some of her wildness now
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If I   could hold her in my arms today
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I wouldn't want it any other way
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No, I wouldn't have it any
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other way
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