Chords for Beeswing - Richard Thompson
Tempo:
170.75 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
C
Dm
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C] [Gm]
[C]
[Bb] [Gm]
[C] [D] [Bb]
I was 19 [F] when I came to town, they called [Bb] it the summer [F] of love.
They were [Bb] burning, [F] babies burning, flags, the hawks against [Bb] the doves.
[F] I took [Bb] a job in [F] the steamy, down on Caldron Street,
and [Bb] I fell in [F] love with a laundry girl who was [Cm] working [Bb] next to me.
Oh, she [Dm] was a rare thing, fine [F] as a bee's wing,
[Dm] so [C] fine a breath of [Bb] wind might [C] blow her [Bb] away.
She [Dm] was a lost child, well she [F] was running wild,
she [Dm] said as long as [C] there's [Bb] no price [C] on love [Bb] I'll stay,
[F]
[Gm] and you [F] wouldn't want [Bb] me [C] any [Bb] other way.
[F]
[C] [Bb]
[Gm] [C] [Dm] [Bb]
Brown hair, [F] zigzag around her face, her look [Bb] of half [F] surprise,
like a [Bb] fox caught [F] in the headlights, [C] there was animal [Bb] in her eyes.
She said young [F] man, oh come to see, I'm not [Bb] the [F] factory kind,
if you [Bb] don't take [F] me out of here I'll surely [Bb] lose my mind.
Oh, she [Dm] was a rare thing, [F] fine as a bee's wing,
so fine that I might [Bb] [C] crush her [Bb] where she lay.
She [Dm] was a lost [Bb] child, she [F] was running wild,
she [Dm] said as long as there's [Bb] no [C] price on love [Bb] I'll stay,
[F]
[Gm] and you [F] wouldn't want me [Bb] [C] any [Bb] other way.
[F]
[C] [Bb] [Gm]
[C] [Dm] [Bb]
[F] [Bb]
[F] [Bb]
[F] [C] [F] [Bb]
[F] [Bb] [F]
[Bb] [F]
[C] [D] [Bb] [Gm]
[F] We busked [Bb] around [F] the market towns, we picked fruit [Bb] down [F] in Kent,
and [Bb] we could [F] tinker lamps and pots and knives [Bb] wherever we went.
I said that we might [F] settle down, get a [Bb] few [F] acres dug,
and [Bb] fire [F] burning in the hearth and babies on [Bb] the rug.
She said oh man, you [F] foolish man, sure [Bb] it sounds [F] like hell,
you [Bb] might be lord [F] of half the [Bb] [C] world, you'll not own [Bb] me as well.
Oh, she [Dm] was a rare thing, [F] fine as a bee's wing,
so
[Dm] fine that a breath of [Bb] wind might [C]
blow [Bb] her away.
She [Dm] was a lost child, [F] she was running wild,
[Dm] she said as long as [C] there's [Bb] no price on love I'll stay,
[F] [Gm] and you wouldn't [F] want me any [Bb] other way.
[F]
We was [Bb] camping down [F] the Gower one time, the [Bb] work was pretty [F]
good,
she thought [Bb] we [F] shouldn't wait for the [Bb] first [C] and I thought maybe [Bb] we should.
We was drinking more [F] in those days, and tempers reached a pitch,
and [Bb] like a fool [F] I let her run [C] with a [Bb] rambling
[C] itch.
[Bb]
[Gm] [F]
[Bb]
Oh, the last I heard [F] she's sleeping off back on the Derby beat,
white horse [Bb] in her [F] hip pocket [Bb] [C] and a wolfhound [Bb] at her feet.
[F] And they say [Bb] she [F] even married once a [Bb] man named [F] Romany Brown,
but [Bb] even a [F] gypsy caravan [C] was too much settling [Bb] down.
[F] And they [Bb] say her flower [F] is faded now, hard [Bb] weather and [F] hard booze,
[Bb] maybe that's just [F] the price you pay for the chains you [Bb] refuse.
She was [Dm] a rare thing, [F] fine as a bee's wing,
[Dm] and I miss [C] her more [Bb] than ever [C] words [Bb] could say.
If I could [Dm] just taste [F] all of her wildness now,
[Dm] if I [F] could hold [Bb]
her in [C] my [Bb] arms today,
[F]
[Gm] well I wouldn't [F] want [Bb] her [C] any [Bb] other way.
[F] [C] [Bb]
[Gm] [Cm] [Dm]
[Cm] [Bb]
[Gm] [Cm] [D] [Bb]
[C]
[Bb] [Gm]
[C] [D] [Bb]
I was 19 [F] when I came to town, they called [Bb] it the summer [F] of love.
They were [Bb] burning, [F] babies burning, flags, the hawks against [Bb] the doves.
[F] I took [Bb] a job in [F] the steamy, down on Caldron Street,
and [Bb] I fell in [F] love with a laundry girl who was [Cm] working [Bb] next to me.
Oh, she [Dm] was a rare thing, fine [F] as a bee's wing,
[Dm] so [C] fine a breath of [Bb] wind might [C] blow her [Bb] away.
She [Dm] was a lost child, well she [F] was running wild,
she [Dm] said as long as [C] there's [Bb] no price [C] on love [Bb] I'll stay,
[F]
[Gm] and you [F] wouldn't want [Bb] me [C] any [Bb] other way.
[F]
[C] [Bb]
[Gm] [C] [Dm] [Bb]
Brown hair, [F] zigzag around her face, her look [Bb] of half [F] surprise,
like a [Bb] fox caught [F] in the headlights, [C] there was animal [Bb] in her eyes.
She said young [F] man, oh come to see, I'm not [Bb] the [F] factory kind,
if you [Bb] don't take [F] me out of here I'll surely [Bb] lose my mind.
Oh, she [Dm] was a rare thing, [F] fine as a bee's wing,
so fine that I might [Bb] [C] crush her [Bb] where she lay.
She [Dm] was a lost [Bb] child, she [F] was running wild,
she [Dm] said as long as there's [Bb] no [C] price on love [Bb] I'll stay,
[F]
[Gm] and you [F] wouldn't want me [Bb] [C] any [Bb] other way.
[F]
[C] [Bb] [Gm]
[C] [Dm] [Bb]
[F] [Bb]
[F] [Bb]
[F] [C] [F] [Bb]
[F] [Bb] [F]
[Bb] [F]
[C] [D] [Bb] [Gm]
[F] We busked [Bb] around [F] the market towns, we picked fruit [Bb] down [F] in Kent,
and [Bb] we could [F] tinker lamps and pots and knives [Bb] wherever we went.
I said that we might [F] settle down, get a [Bb] few [F] acres dug,
and [Bb] fire [F] burning in the hearth and babies on [Bb] the rug.
She said oh man, you [F] foolish man, sure [Bb] it sounds [F] like hell,
you [Bb] might be lord [F] of half the [Bb] [C] world, you'll not own [Bb] me as well.
Oh, she [Dm] was a rare thing, [F] fine as a bee's wing,
so
[Dm] fine that a breath of [Bb] wind might [C]
blow [Bb] her away.
She [Dm] was a lost child, [F] she was running wild,
[Dm] she said as long as [C] there's [Bb] no price on love I'll stay,
[F] [Gm] and you wouldn't [F] want me any [Bb] other way.
[F]
We was [Bb] camping down [F] the Gower one time, the [Bb] work was pretty [F]
good,
she thought [Bb] we [F] shouldn't wait for the [Bb] first [C] and I thought maybe [Bb] we should.
We was drinking more [F] in those days, and tempers reached a pitch,
and [Bb] like a fool [F] I let her run [C] with a [Bb] rambling
[C] itch.
[Bb]
[Gm] [F]
[Bb]
Oh, the last I heard [F] she's sleeping off back on the Derby beat,
white horse [Bb] in her [F] hip pocket [Bb] [C] and a wolfhound [Bb] at her feet.
[F] And they say [Bb] she [F] even married once a [Bb] man named [F] Romany Brown,
but [Bb] even a [F] gypsy caravan [C] was too much settling [Bb] down.
[F] And they [Bb] say her flower [F] is faded now, hard [Bb] weather and [F] hard booze,
[Bb] maybe that's just [F] the price you pay for the chains you [Bb] refuse.
She was [Dm] a rare thing, [F] fine as a bee's wing,
[Dm] and I miss [C] her more [Bb] than ever [C] words [Bb] could say.
If I could [Dm] just taste [F] all of her wildness now,
[Dm] if I [F] could hold [Bb]
her in [C] my [Bb] arms today,
[F]
[Gm] well I wouldn't [F] want [Bb] her [C] any [Bb] other way.
[F] [C] [Bb]
[Gm] [Cm] [Dm]
[Cm] [Bb]
[Gm] [Cm] [D] [Bb]
Key:
Bb
F
C
Dm
Gm
Bb
F
C
[C] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [D] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I was 19 [F] when I came to town, they called [Bb] it the summer [F] of love.
They were [Bb] burning, [F] babies burning, flags, the hawks against [Bb] the _ doves.
_ _ _ [F] I took [Bb] a job in [F] the steamy, _ down on Caldron Street,
_ and [Bb] I fell in [F] love with a laundry girl who was [Cm] working [Bb] next to me.
_ _ Oh, she [Dm] was a rare thing, _ _ fine [F] as a bee's wing,
_ _ [Dm] so [C] fine a breath of [Bb] wind might [C] blow her [Bb] away. _
_ _ She [Dm] was a lost _ child, well she [F] was running wild,
_ she [Dm] said as long as [C] there's [Bb] no price [C] on love [Bb] I'll stay,
_ [F] _ _
[Gm] and you [F] wouldn't want [Bb] me [C] any [Bb] other way.
_ [F] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Brown hair, [F] zigzag around her face, her look [Bb] of half [F] surprise, _
like a [Bb] fox caught [F] in the headlights, [C] there was animal [Bb] in her _ eyes.
_ _ She said young [F] man, oh come to see, I'm not [Bb] the [F] factory kind,
if you [Bb] don't take [F] me out of here I'll surely [Bb] lose my mind.
_ _ Oh, she [Dm] was a rare thing, _ _ [F] fine as a bee's wing,
_ _ so fine that I might [Bb] [C] crush her [Bb] where she lay. _ _
_ She [Dm] was a lost _ [Bb] child, she [F] was running wild,
she [Dm] said as long as there's [Bb] no [C] price on love [Bb] I'll stay,
_ [F] _ _
[Gm] and you [F] wouldn't want me [Bb] [C] any [Bb] other way.
_ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [D] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] We busked [Bb] around [F] the market towns, we picked fruit [Bb] down [F] in Kent,
and [Bb] we could [F] tinker lamps and pots and knives [Bb] wherever we _ went.
_ I said that we might [F] settle down, get a [Bb] few [F] acres dug,
and [Bb] fire [F] burning in the hearth and babies on [Bb] the rug. _ _ _ _
She said oh man, you [F] foolish man, sure [Bb] it sounds [F] like hell,
you [Bb] might be lord [F] of half the [Bb] [C] world, you'll not own [Bb] me as well. _ _ _
Oh, she [Dm] was a rare thing, _ [F] fine as a bee's wing,
so _
_ [Dm] fine that a breath of [Bb] wind might [C]
blow [Bb] her away.
_ _ She [Dm] was a lost _ child, _ [F] she was running wild,
_ [Dm] she said as long as [C] there's [Bb] no price on love I'll stay,
_ [F] _ _ [Gm] and you wouldn't [F] want me any [Bb] other way.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ We was [Bb] camping down [F] the Gower one time, the [Bb] work was pretty [F]
good,
_ she thought [Bb] we [F] shouldn't wait for the [Bb] first [C] and I thought maybe [Bb] we should.
_ _ We was drinking more [F] in those days, and tempers reached a pitch,
_ _ and [Bb] like a fool [F] I let her run [C] with a [Bb] rambling _
_ _ [C] itch.
_ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, the last I heard [F] she's sleeping off back on the Derby beat,
white horse [Bb] in her [F] hip pocket [Bb] [C] and a wolfhound [Bb] at her feet. _ _ _
[F] And they say [Bb] she [F] even married once a [Bb] man named [F] Romany Brown,
but [Bb] even a [F] gypsy caravan [C] was too much settling [Bb] down. _ _ _
_ [F] And they [Bb] say her flower [F] is faded now, hard [Bb] weather and [F] hard booze,
_ [Bb] maybe that's just [F] the price you pay for the chains you [Bb] refuse. _
_ _ _ She was [Dm] a rare _ thing, _ [F] fine as a bee's wing,
_ [Dm] and I miss [C] her more [Bb] than ever [C] words [Bb] could _ say.
_ If I could [Dm] just _ taste _ [F] all of her wildness now,
_ _ [Dm] if I [F] could hold [Bb]
her in [C] my [Bb] arms today,
_ [F] _
_ _ [Gm] well I wouldn't [F] want [Bb] her [C] any [Bb] other way.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [D] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [D] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I was 19 [F] when I came to town, they called [Bb] it the summer [F] of love.
They were [Bb] burning, [F] babies burning, flags, the hawks against [Bb] the _ doves.
_ _ _ [F] I took [Bb] a job in [F] the steamy, _ down on Caldron Street,
_ and [Bb] I fell in [F] love with a laundry girl who was [Cm] working [Bb] next to me.
_ _ Oh, she [Dm] was a rare thing, _ _ fine [F] as a bee's wing,
_ _ [Dm] so [C] fine a breath of [Bb] wind might [C] blow her [Bb] away. _
_ _ She [Dm] was a lost _ child, well she [F] was running wild,
_ she [Dm] said as long as [C] there's [Bb] no price [C] on love [Bb] I'll stay,
_ [F] _ _
[Gm] and you [F] wouldn't want [Bb] me [C] any [Bb] other way.
_ [F] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Brown hair, [F] zigzag around her face, her look [Bb] of half [F] surprise, _
like a [Bb] fox caught [F] in the headlights, [C] there was animal [Bb] in her _ eyes.
_ _ She said young [F] man, oh come to see, I'm not [Bb] the [F] factory kind,
if you [Bb] don't take [F] me out of here I'll surely [Bb] lose my mind.
_ _ Oh, she [Dm] was a rare thing, _ _ [F] fine as a bee's wing,
_ _ so fine that I might [Bb] [C] crush her [Bb] where she lay. _ _
_ She [Dm] was a lost _ [Bb] child, she [F] was running wild,
she [Dm] said as long as there's [Bb] no [C] price on love [Bb] I'll stay,
_ [F] _ _
[Gm] and you [F] wouldn't want me [Bb] [C] any [Bb] other way.
_ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [D] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] We busked [Bb] around [F] the market towns, we picked fruit [Bb] down [F] in Kent,
and [Bb] we could [F] tinker lamps and pots and knives [Bb] wherever we _ went.
_ I said that we might [F] settle down, get a [Bb] few [F] acres dug,
and [Bb] fire [F] burning in the hearth and babies on [Bb] the rug. _ _ _ _
She said oh man, you [F] foolish man, sure [Bb] it sounds [F] like hell,
you [Bb] might be lord [F] of half the [Bb] [C] world, you'll not own [Bb] me as well. _ _ _
Oh, she [Dm] was a rare thing, _ [F] fine as a bee's wing,
so _
_ [Dm] fine that a breath of [Bb] wind might [C]
blow [Bb] her away.
_ _ She [Dm] was a lost _ child, _ [F] she was running wild,
_ [Dm] she said as long as [C] there's [Bb] no price on love I'll stay,
_ [F] _ _ [Gm] and you wouldn't [F] want me any [Bb] other way.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ We was [Bb] camping down [F] the Gower one time, the [Bb] work was pretty [F]
good,
_ she thought [Bb] we [F] shouldn't wait for the [Bb] first [C] and I thought maybe [Bb] we should.
_ _ We was drinking more [F] in those days, and tempers reached a pitch,
_ _ and [Bb] like a fool [F] I let her run [C] with a [Bb] rambling _
_ _ [C] itch.
_ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, the last I heard [F] she's sleeping off back on the Derby beat,
white horse [Bb] in her [F] hip pocket [Bb] [C] and a wolfhound [Bb] at her feet. _ _ _
[F] And they say [Bb] she [F] even married once a [Bb] man named [F] Romany Brown,
but [Bb] even a [F] gypsy caravan [C] was too much settling [Bb] down. _ _ _
_ [F] And they [Bb] say her flower [F] is faded now, hard [Bb] weather and [F] hard booze,
_ [Bb] maybe that's just [F] the price you pay for the chains you [Bb] refuse. _
_ _ _ She was [Dm] a rare _ thing, _ [F] fine as a bee's wing,
_ [Dm] and I miss [C] her more [Bb] than ever [C] words [Bb] could _ say.
_ If I could [Dm] just _ taste _ [F] all of her wildness now,
_ _ [Dm] if I [F] could hold [Bb]
her in [C] my [Bb] arms today,
_ [F] _
_ _ [Gm] well I wouldn't [F] want [Bb] her [C] any [Bb] other way.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [D] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _