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