Chords for Bee's Wing - Mad Dog Mcrea

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I was nineteen [D] when I came to town, they called it the summer of love.
They were burning babies, [Bm] burning flags, [F#m] the hoffs against [G] the doves.
_ _ [D] I took a job down the steamy, way down on Cauldron Street,
and I fell in love with the [Bm] laundry [F#m] girl who was working [G] next to me.
_ She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's [D] wing.
[Bm] She'll find a [G] brother when I blow her away.
_ She was a lost child, she was running [D] wild. _
[G] She said, as long as there's no price in love, I'll stay. _
I wouldn't want me [A] any [D] other way. _
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Round her, [D] zigzag around her face, and it looked half surprised.
Like a fox caught in the headlights, [G] there [F#m] was [G] animal in her eyes.
_ _ [D] She said, oh man, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind.
And if you don't take me out of [F#m] here, you'll surely [G] lose me mind.
_ She was a rare thing, fine as a [D] bee's wing.
[Bm] She'll find that [G] I might crush her where she lay.
_ She was a lost child, she was running [D] wild.
She [Bm] said, as long as [G] there's no price in love, I'll stay. _
And you wouldn't want me any [D] other way. _
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[D] We bussed around the market towns and picked me down in Kent.
We tinkered lamps and pots and [F#m] pans and knives [G] wherever we went.
_ _ [D] I said that we should settle down and get a few acres dug.
With fire burning [Bm] in the [F#m] hearth and babies [G] on the rug.
_ She said, oh [D] man, you foolish man, that surely sounds like hell.
You might be lord of half [G] the world, but [F#m] you'll not [G] own me as well.
Oh, she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's [D] wing.
[G] So fine a breath of wind might blow her away. _
She was a lost child, she [D] was running wild.
[G] She said, as long as there's no price in love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any [D] other way.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ We were camping [D] down in Garrow one time, the work was pretty good.
She said we shouldn't [Bm] wait for the [F#m] frost and I thought [G] maybe we should. _
We [D] were drinking more in those days and fever's [D] reached a pitch.
And like [G] a fool I let her run [A] with [G] a rambling itch.
_ [D] Now last I hear she's sleeping away on the Derby beat.
White lightning in her hip [A] pocket and a wolf hound [G] at her feet.
_ And they say she even married [A] once a man named Romany Brown.
[D] But even a gypsy [G] caravan was too much settling down.
And they say her fire has faded [A] now, hard weather and hard blues.
[D] And maybe that's the price you [G] pay for the change _ that you refuse.
_ _ _ _ _ Oh, she was a rare thing, fine as a [D] bee's wing.
[Bm] And I miss her more [G] than any words could say.
I [Bm] could just taste [G] _ [C#] [D] all of her wildness now.
I'd hold her [G] in my arms another day.
They wouldn't want her any other [D] way. _ _
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