Chords for Whistlin Donkeys - Bees Wing

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[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] I was eighteen when I came to town, they called it the summer of love
They were burning, babies burning, [G] flags and the hawks [F] against the dove _
[C] I took a job at the steaming, way down on Caldron Street
And I fell in love with a laundry [G] 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 headlight, [G] 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, as [C] fine as a bee's wing
_ [Am] So fine a [G] breath of wind might [F] blow her away
She [Am] was a lost child, [C] she was running wild
She [Am] said so long as [G] there's no price on [F] Lafayette Estate
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wouldn't [G] want me any [F] other way _ _ _
_ _ [C] We busked around the market towns, picking down in Kent
We could tinker pots and [G] 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 [G] hearth and babies [F] on the road
_ [Am] She 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 [F] me as well
_ [Am] She was a rare thing, as [C] fine as a bee's wing
[Am] So fine a [G] breath of wind might [F] blow her away
She [Am] was a lost child, [C] she was running wild
She [Am] said so long as [G] there's no price on [F] Lafayette Estate
You [Dm] 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 harvest, [G] I [F] thought we should
We [C] were drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run away [G] when she took the [F] rambling hitch
_ [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
And [C] they say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
Even the gypsy [G] caravan was too much like [C] settling [F] down
_ [Am] They say her rose has faded, [G] of weather [C] and hard _ _ booze
Maybe that's the price you [G] pay for the chains that [F] you refuse
She [Am] was a rare thing, as [C] fine as a bee's wing
[Am] I miss her [G] 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
I [D] wouldn't [G] want her any [F] other way
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