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Beeswing by Richard Thompson - Guitar Chords

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Version 1
            [Verse]
G      C         G            G                 C         G
I was 19 when I came to town they called it the summer of love
G                C        G                  D                 C
They were burning babies, burning flags, the hawks against the doves
G         C          G       G      C         G
I took a job in the steamie down on Cauldrumm St,
G          C          G                    D               C
I fell in love with a laundry girl who was workin' next to me

[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
Em                   D                   C
She said so long as there's no price on love I'll stay
  Am              D            C
And you wouldn't want me any other way

[Verse]
G          C           G                  G     C      G
Brown hair zig zagged around her face and look of half surprise,
G                 C      G                    D             C
Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes,
G
She said young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind,
G                                     D              C
If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind

[Chorus]
 Em                            G
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
Em                  D                    C
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
Em                            G
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild
Em                   D                   C
She said so long as there's no price on love I'll stay
  Am              D            C
You wouldn't want me any other way

[Verse]
G          C         G             G               C       G
We busked around the market towns, we picked fruit down in Kent
G               C         G             D           C
We could tinker lamps and pots n knives wherever we went
G         C         G            G     C         G
I said to her we'll settle down, get a few acres dug,
G      C       G                 D              C
A fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the rug

G           C        G                 G      C           G
She said Oh man, you foolish man, that surely sounds like hell,
G            C       G                         D             C
You might be lord of half the world but 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 there's no price on love I'll stay
  Am              D            C
You wouldn't want me any other way

[Verse]
G       C      G                         G           C       G
We was campin' down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good
G               C        G                      D                  C
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should
   G             C      G            G      C         G
We were drinking more in those days, tempers reached a pitch
   G       C      C           D                 C
And like a fool I let her run with the ramblin' itch

    G          C            G              G          C      G
Oh the last I heard she was sleeping rough back on the Darby beat
G              C       G             D                 C
White Horse in her hip pocket, and a Wolfhound at her feet
  G           C    G               G           C      G
They say that she married once to a man called Romany Brown
    G       C     G           D               C
but even a gypsy caravan was too much settlin' down

  G          C        G               G          C        G
They say her rose has bloomed now, hard weather and hard booze,
G      C          G                    D               C
Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that you refuse

[Outro]
 Em                              G
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
  Em                 D                C
I miss her more than words could ever say
   Em                            G
If I could just taste all of her 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...
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