Beeswing chords by Snakes In Exile

SimplifiedC · F · G · Am · Dm

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Intro 1
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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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I took a job at a steaming,
way down in Goldham Street
And I fell in love
with the laundry girl
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that was working next to me
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Her brown hair zigzagged
around her face
and her look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlight,
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there was animal in her eye
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She said to me, oh can't you see,
I'm not the factory kind
And if you don't take me out of here,
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I'll lose my 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 running wild
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She says 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
Fruit picking down in Kent
We could tinker pots and pans
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And knives wherever we went
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We were camping down
the Gower one time
The work was mighty good
She wouldn't wait for the harvest,
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I thought we should
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And I said to her, we'll settle down
and get a few acres dug
With a fire burning in the heart
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and ba bies on the rug
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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'll not own me 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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she was running wild
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She says 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
Our tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run away
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When she took the ramblin' hitch
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And the last I heard she's livin' rough
Back on the derby beat
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With a bottle of white horse in her pocket
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A wolfhound at her feet
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They say that she got married once
To a man called Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
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was too much like settling down
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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 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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And I miss   her more
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than ever words can say
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If I could just taste all of the wildness now
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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
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