Chords for The Whistlin' Donkeys - Beeswing (Official Music Video)

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_ [C] I was 18 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love
They were burning, babies burning, [G] flags and the hawks against [F] the dove
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took a job at the steaming, way down on Caldron Street
And I fell in love with a [G] laundry girl that was working [F] next to me
_ _ [C] Brown hair zig-zagged around her face and the look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the [G] headlights, there was animal [F] in her eyes _
[C] She said to me, oh can't you see, I'm not the fightery kind
And if you don't take me out of [G] here, I'll [F] lose my mind
_ [Am] She was a rare thing, _ [C] as fine as a bee's wing
So [Am] fine a [G] breath of wind might blow [F] her away
_ _ [Am] She was a lost child, [C] she was running wild
She [Am] said so long [G] as there's no price on [F] Levile's stay _
_ You wouldn't [G] want me any [F] other way
_ _ _ _ _ [C] We busked around the market towns, picking down in Kent
We could tinker pots [G] and pans and knives [F] wherever we went
_ _ [C] And I said to her, we'll settle down and get a few acres dug
With a fire burning in the hearth [G] and babies on [F] the rug
She [Am] said, oh man, you foolish man, [G] that surely [C] sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the [G] world, you'll not own me [F] as well
_ [Am] She was a rare thing, as fine [C] as a bee's wing _
[Am] So fine a breath of [G] wind might blow [F] her away _
[Am] She was a lost child, _ [C] she was running wild
She said [Am] so long as [G] there's no price on [C] Levile's stay
_ [D] You wouldn't [G] want me any [F] other way
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] were camping down at Gower one time and the work was mighty good
She wouldn't wait for the [G] harvest, I [F] thought we should
_ _ [C] We were drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run [G] away when she took the [F] rambling pitch _
[C] And the last I heard, she's living rough, back in the Derby beat
A bottle of white horse in her [G] pocket, a wolf hound [F] at her feet
_ _ [C] And they say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
But even the gypsy caravan was [G] too much like settling [F] down _
_ [Am] They say her rose has faded, [G] rough weather [C] and hard _ booze
_ Maybe that's the price you [G] pay for the chains that you [F] refuse _ _
[Am] She was a rare thing, as [C] fine as a bee's wing
_ I miss [G] her more than ever, [F] words can't say
[Am] If I could just taste [C] all of her wildness now
[Am] If I could [G] hold her in my [F] arms today
_ _ [Dm] I wouldn't [G] want her any other [F] way _ _ _ _
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