Beeswing chords by Grace Petrie
Guitar chords with lyrics
Verse 1: G C G C G I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love G C G D C Burning babies, burning flags, the hawks against the doves G C G C G I took a job at the steamie way down on Cauldrum Street G C G D C And I fell in love with a laundry girl that was working next to me Verse 2: G C G C G Brown hair zig-zag around her face and a look of half-surprise G C G D C Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes G C G C G And she said to me, "Oh can't you see that I'm not the factory kind G C G D C If you don't take me out of here I'll lose my mind"
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Chorus:
Em G
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
Em D Em C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
Em G
She was a lost child, she was running wild
Em G D Em C
She said "So long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
D G C
And you wouldn't want me any other way"
Verse 3:
G C G C G
We busked around the market towns, fruit picking down in Kent
G C G D C
We could tinker pots and pans and knives wherever we went
G C G C G
We were camping down the Gower one time and the work was pretty good
G C G D C
She wouldn't wait for the harvest, I thought we should
Verse 4:
G C G C G
I said to her, "we'll settle down, we'll get a few acres dug
G C G D C
A fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug"
G C G C G
And she said, "Oh love, you foolish thing, that surely sounds like hell
G C G D C
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 Em C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
Em G
She was a lost child, she was running wild
Em G D Em C
She said "So long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
D G C
And you wouldn't want me any other way"
Verse 5:
G C G C G
We were drinking more in those days and our tempers reached a pitch
G C G D C
Like a fool I let her go and she took the rambling itch
G C G C G
The last I heard she's living rough back on the Derby beat
G C G D C
A bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a wolfhound at her feet
Bridge:
G C G
And they say her rose is faded
D G
Rough weather and hard booze
G C G
Well maybe that's the price you pay
D C
For the chains that you refuse
Chorus:
Em G
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
Em D Em C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
Em G
She was a lost child, she was running wild
Em G D Em C
She said "So long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
D G C
And you wouldn't want me any other way"
Chorus:
Em G
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
Em D C
And I miss her more than ever words could say
G C G
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
D C
If I could hold her in my arms today
G D C G
I wouldn't want her any other way Published:
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