Beeswing chords by Drowsy Maggie

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Intro 1

I was

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19 when I came to town,
they called it the summer of love.
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There were burning babies, burning flags,
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the hawks    against the doves.
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I took a job in the steaming,
down on Caldron Street,
And I fell in love with a laundry girl
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who was working next to me
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Oh, she was a rare thing,
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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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oh, she was running wild
She said, as long as there's no
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price on love, I'll stay
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And you wouldn't want me
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any other way
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Brown hair zig -zagged round her face
And the look of half -surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
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There was an imal in her eyes
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She said, young man, oh can't you see
I'm not that factory kind
If you don't take me out of here
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I will surely lose my mind
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Oh, she was a rare thing,
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fine as a bee's wing
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So fine that I might crush her
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where she lay
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She was a lost child,
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oh, she was running wild
She said, as long as there's no
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price on love, I'll stay
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And you wouldn't want
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me any other way
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We bussed around the market
towns
and picked fruits down in cans
And we could tinker lamps
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and pots and knives wherever we went
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I said that we might settle down,
get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth
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and babies on the rug
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But she said, oh man, you foolish man,
it surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world,
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but you're not only as well
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She was a rare thing,
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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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oh, she was running wild
She said,
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as long as there's no price on love, stay
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And you wouldn't
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want me any other way
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Oh, we was comping down the Gower one time,
the work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait
for the frost,
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but I thought maybe we should
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We was drinking more in those days,
and trying to reach the pitch
And like a fool I let her run,
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with a ramblin' itch
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Oh, the last I heard
she's sleeping rough
Back on the Derby beat
White horse on her hip pocket
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and a world found at her feet
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And they say she even married once
a man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
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was too much for settling down
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And they say her flower has faded now,
hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price
you pay
for the chains that you refuse
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Oh, she was a rare thing,
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fine as a bee's wing
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And I mis s her more than
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ever words could say
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If I could just taste all of her wildness now
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If I could hold her in my arms today
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And I wouldn't want her any other way you