Beeswing

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

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

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

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

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

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