Beeswing

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I was 18 when I came to town they 
called it the summer of love
       G                        
Burnin' babies burnin' flags the 
   D                C
hawks against the dove
       G
I took a job at the steaming way 
down on Caltrim Street
       G                        
Fell in love with a laundry girl 
          D              C
that was workin' next to me
       G
Brown hair zig-zagged around her 
face and a look of half surprise
       G                           
Like a fox caught in the headlights
            D             C
 there was animal in her eyes
       G
She said to me can’t you see I’m not
 the factory kind
       G                        
If you don’t take me out of here 
       D       C
I’ll lose my mind

[Chorus]
          Em                    G
She was a rare thing fine as a bee’s
 wing
    Em               D            
So fine a breath of wind might 
       C
blow her away
          Em                 
She was a lost child, she was 
   G
runnin’ wild (she said)
    Em                D           
So long as theres no price on love
       C
 I’ll stay
    Am                D         C
You wouldn’t want me any other way

[Verse 2]
Continúa después del anuncio
     G
We busked around the market towns 
fruit pickin down in Kent
     G                          
We could tinker pots and pans or 
  D                 C
knives wherever we went
     G
We were campin down the Gower, the 
work was mighty good
     G                             
She wouldn’t wait for the harvest, 
   D          C
I thought we should
     G
I said to her we’ll settle down, get
 a few acres dug
     G                           
With a fire burning in the hearth 
      D             C
and babbies on the rug
     Em                            
She said Oh man you foolish man 
    D                G
that surely sounds like hell
              C        G          
You might be lord of half the 
          D             C
world, you’ll not own me as well

[Chorus]
          Em                    G
She was a rare thing fine as a bee’s
 wing
    Em               D            
So fine a breath of wind might 
       C
blow her away
          Em                 
She was a lost child, she was 
   G
runnin’ wild (she said)
    Em                D           
So long as theres no price on love
       C
 I’ll stay
    Am                D         C
You wouldn’t want me any other way

[Verse 3]
        G
We were drinking more in those days 
our tempers reached a pitch
        G                          
Like a fool I let her run away when
       D                C
 she took the rambling itch
        G
Last I heard she was living rough 
back on the Derby beat
        G                     
A bottle of White Horse in her 
             D               C
pocket, a Wolfhound at her feet
        G
They say that she got married once 
to a man called Romany Brown
        G                      D  
Even a gypsy caravan was too much 
               C
like settlin’ down
      Em                           
They say her rose has faded, rough 
 D                G
weather and hard booze
        C        G                
Maybe thats the price you pay for 
      D              C
the chains that you refuse

[Chorus]
           Em                  
She was a rare thing, fine as a 
   G
bee’s wing
    Em                D           
I miss her more than ever words 
  C
can say
            Em                  
If I could just taste all of her 
  G
wildness now
   Em                  D           C
If I could hold her in my arms today
   Am                D         C
I wouldn’t want her any other way