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Verse 1
(G major) I was 18 when I came to town,
they call it the summer of love
Burning babies, burning flags,
the (D major) hawks against the doves
(C major) Well I took a job (G major) at the steaming,
way down in Caltram Street
(Gsus2) And I fell (G major) in love with the laundry girl
she was (D major) working next to (C major) me
Brown (G major) hair zigzagged around her face,
the look of half surprise
(Gsus2) (G major) Like a fox caught
in the headlights,
there was (D major) anima in her eye (C major) s
Well she said (G major) to me, can't you see,
I'm not the factory kind (Gsus2)
(G major) And if you don't take me out of here,
(D major) I'll lose (C major) my mind
She was a (E minor) rare thing,
fine as a (G major) bee's wing
So fine (E minor) a breath of (D major) wind
might blow her away (C major)
She was a (E minor) lost child,
she was (G major) running wild
She said so (E minor) long as there's
no (D major) price in love I'll (C major) stay
You (A minor) wouldn't want me (D major) any other (C major) way
We (G major) busked around the market towns
from Pickendown and Kent
We (Gsus2) (G major) could tinker pots and pans
and (D major) knives wherever we (C major) went
We went (G major) camping round the Gower
and the work was mighty good
(Gsus2) She (G major) wouldn't wait for the (Gsus2) harvest,
(G major) I (D major) thought we (C major) should
Well I (G major) said to her, we'll settle down
and we'll get a few acres done
With (C major) the (G major) fire burning in the heart
and (D major) babies on the (C major) run
Well she (E minor) said, oh man, you foolish man,
that (D major) surely sounds like (G major) hell
You might be (C major) lord of (G major) half the world,
you (D major) not own me as well (C major)
She was (E minor) a rare thing,
fine as a (G major) bee's wing
So fine (E minor) a breath of (D major) wind
might blow her away
(C major) She was a (E minor) lost child,
she was (G major) running wild
She said so (E minor) long as there's
no (D major) price in love I'll (C major) stay
You (A minor) wouldn't want me (D major) any other (C major) way
We were (G major) drinking more in those days,
till her tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool, I let her run away
when she (D major) took the rambling ditch
(C major) At the (G major) last I've heard
she's living rough,
back in the Derby beat
With a bottle of Whitehorse in her pocket,
a (D major) wolf hound at (C major) her feet
Well they (G major) say that she got married once
(C major) to a (G major) man called Romany Brown
(C major) Even (G major) the gypsy caravan
was too (D major) much like settling (C major) down
They (E minor) say her rose has faded now,
rough weather (D major) and hard booze (G major)
Well maybe that's (C major) the price you (G major) pay
for the (D major) chains you refuse
(C major) She was a (E minor) rare thing,
fine as a (G major) bee's wing
I mis (E minor) s her more than (D major) ever
words could (C major) say
If I could just (E minor) taste all of her (G major) wildness now
If (E minor) I could hold her (D major) in my arm (C major) s today
I (A minor) wouldn't want her (D major) any other (C major) way (E minor) (G major)
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If (E minor) I could hold her (D major) in my arm (C major) s today
I (A minor) wouldn't want her (D major) any other (C major) way you
Beeswing
George Donaldson
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