Chords for Richard Thompson - Beeswing (Acoustic version)

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I was [Bb] nineteen [F] when I came to town, they called it the summer of love
They were burning, babies burning, [C] flags, the hogs [Bb] against the doors
_ [F] I took a job in the steamy, down on Codwin Street
And I fell in love with a laundry [C] girl who was working [Bb] next to me
[Dm] Oh, she was a rare thing, [Dm] fine [F] as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind [C] might blow [Bb] her away
She was a lost [Dm] child, [F] oh, she was running wild
[Dm] She said, as [G] long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
[F] _ [Gm] And you wouldn't [F] want me any [Bb] other _ [F] way
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Brown [Bb] hair [F] zigzagged around her face, and I looked at her with surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlight, [C] there was animal [Bb] in her eyes
She [F] said, young man, oh, can't you see, I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here, [C] I'll surely [Bb] lose my mind
Oh, [Dm] she was a rare thing, fine [F] as a bee's wing
[Dm] So fine that I might crush [C] her where [Bb] she lay
She [Dm] was a lost [F] child, oh, she was running wild
She said, as long as there's no [Bb] price on love, [Bb] I'll stay
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And you [F] wouldn't want me any [Bb] other [F] way _
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_ _ _ [Bb] _ We bussed [F] around the market towns, we picked fruit down in Kent
[Bb] And we could tingle lumps [C] and thuds, and knives [Bb] wherever we went
And I said to her, we might [F] settle down, get a few acres dug
_ [Bb] Fire [F] burning in the [C] hearth and babies [Bb] on the road
_ She said, old man, [F] you foolish man, that surely sounds like hell
You [Bb] might be lord [F] of half the world, [C] young, not old me [Bb] as well
Oh, [Dm] she was a rare thing, fine [F] as a bee's wing
So fine a breath [G] of wind might blow her [Bb] away _
[Dm] She was a lost child, oh, she [F] was running wild
She [Dm] said, as long as there's no [Bb] price on love, I'll [F] stay
[Gm] And you [F] wouldn't want me any [Bb] other way _
_ _ _ _ _ We was camping down [F] the Gower one time, the work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for the [C] frost and I thought [Bb] maybe we should
_ [F] We was drinking more in those days, and [Bb] tempers reached a [F] pension
And like a fool [F] I let her run [C]
[F] with a rambling need
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_ _ _ Now the last I [F] heard, she's sleeping rough, [Bb] back on the derby [F] beaten
White horse in her hip pocket, and a [C] wolf hound [Bb] at her feet _
And they say she [F] even married once a [Bb] man named Romney [F] Brown
But even [Bb] a gypsy [F] caravan [C] was timid [Bb] settling down
[F] And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and taboos
But maybe that's just the price you pay [C] for the [Bb] chains you refuse _
Oh, she was a rare thing, [F] fine as a bee's wing
But I miss [G] her more than ever [Bb] words could say
If I could just taste [F] all of her wildness now
If I could hold [Bb] her in [C] my [Bb] arms today
[Am] _ [Gm] Well, I wouldn't [F] want her any [Bb] other [F] way
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