Chords for Callum Orr | Beeswing | The OB Sessions
Tempo:
85.1 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
C#
G#m
A#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
[B] [F#] [F#]
[D#] [B] I was just [F#] 19 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love.
They were burning babies and burning [C#] flies, the hawks [B] against the does.
[F#] And I got a job in a steamy, down on Calderon Street.
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working [B] next to me.
[D#] She was a rare thing, [B] as [F#] fine as a bee's wing.
So [G#m] fine that a breath of [B] wind might blow her away.
She was a lost child, oh [F#] she was running wild.
And she [B] said, as long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
[A#] [F#] You're sure you wouldn't want me any [B] other way.
[F#]
Brown hair zigzagged around her face in a look of half surprise.
Like a fox caught in headlights, [C#] there was animal [B] in her eyes.
And she said, oh [F#] man, can't you see that I'm not the factory kind?
And if you don't get me out of [C#] here, I'll surely lose my [B] mind.
[D#] She was a rare thing, [G#m] as fine [F#] as a bee's wing.
So fine that I [B] might just crush her where she lay.
She [D#m] was a lost child, oh [F#] she was running wild.
And she [B] said, as long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
[A#] [C#] You're sure you wouldn't want me any [B] other way.
[F#] We busked around the market towns and picked fruit down in Kent.
And we could tinker lamps and pots and knives [B] wherever we went.
[F#] And I thought that maybe we'd settle down and have a few acres dug.
Fire burning in the hearth and babies [B] on the rug.
[F#] And she said, oh man, you foolish man, that surely sounds like hell.
You might be lord of half the world, you'll not own [B] me as well.
[D#m] She was a rare thing, as fine [F#] as a bee's wing.
[G#m] So fine that a breath of wind [B] might blow her away.
She [A#] was a lost [F#] child, oh she was running wild.
And she [B] said, as long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
[A#] [F#] You're sure you wouldn't want me any [G#m] other [C#] way.
[F#]
[C#] [B] [F#] We was camping down by the gower one time and the work was awfully good.
And she thought that we shouldn't wait for [C#] frost, but I thought maybe [B] we should.
[F#] We was drinking more in those days and the tempers reached a pitch.
And like a fool I let her wander off with a [B] rambling itch.
[F#] The last I heard she's sleeping rough, she's back on the Derby beach.
White horse in her hip pocket [C#] and a wolf pound [B] at her feet.
[F#] And they say she even married once to a man named Romany Brown.
But even a gypsy caravan was too much [B] settling down.
[F#] And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze.
But I guess that that's just the price you pay [C#] for the chains that you [B] refuse.
She was a rare thing, as fine [F#] as a bee's wing.
And I miss her more [B] than ever words could say.
If [D#m] I could just taste all [F#] of her wildness now.
If I could [C#] hold her in my [G#m] arms today.
[F#]
Sure I wouldn't want her any, sure I wouldn't [B] want her any.
[F#] Sure I wouldn't want her any [C#] other way.
[F#] [B]
[F#] [C#]
[B] [A#] [F#]
[G]
[B] [F#] [F#]
[D#] [B] I was just [F#] 19 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love.
They were burning babies and burning [C#] flies, the hawks [B] against the does.
[F#] And I got a job in a steamy, down on Calderon Street.
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working [B] next to me.
[D#] She was a rare thing, [B] as [F#] fine as a bee's wing.
So [G#m] fine that a breath of [B] wind might blow her away.
She was a lost child, oh [F#] she was running wild.
And she [B] said, as long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
[A#] [F#] You're sure you wouldn't want me any [B] other way.
[F#]
Brown hair zigzagged around her face in a look of half surprise.
Like a fox caught in headlights, [C#] there was animal [B] in her eyes.
And she said, oh [F#] man, can't you see that I'm not the factory kind?
And if you don't get me out of [C#] here, I'll surely lose my [B] mind.
[D#] She was a rare thing, [G#m] as fine [F#] as a bee's wing.
So fine that I [B] might just crush her where she lay.
She [D#m] was a lost child, oh [F#] she was running wild.
And she [B] said, as long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
[A#] [C#] You're sure you wouldn't want me any [B] other way.
[F#] We busked around the market towns and picked fruit down in Kent.
And we could tinker lamps and pots and knives [B] wherever we went.
[F#] And I thought that maybe we'd settle down and have a few acres dug.
Fire burning in the hearth and babies [B] on the rug.
[F#] And she said, oh man, you foolish man, that surely sounds like hell.
You might be lord of half the world, you'll not own [B] me as well.
[D#m] She was a rare thing, as fine [F#] as a bee's wing.
[G#m] So fine that a breath of wind [B] might blow her away.
She [A#] was a lost [F#] child, oh she was running wild.
And she [B] said, as long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
[A#] [F#] You're sure you wouldn't want me any [G#m] other [C#] way.
[F#]
[C#] [B] [F#] We was camping down by the gower one time and the work was awfully good.
And she thought that we shouldn't wait for [C#] frost, but I thought maybe [B] we should.
[F#] We was drinking more in those days and the tempers reached a pitch.
And like a fool I let her wander off with a [B] rambling itch.
[F#] The last I heard she's sleeping rough, she's back on the Derby beach.
White horse in her hip pocket [C#] and a wolf pound [B] at her feet.
[F#] And they say she even married once to a man named Romany Brown.
But even a gypsy caravan was too much [B] settling down.
[F#] And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze.
But I guess that that's just the price you pay [C#] for the chains that you [B] refuse.
She was a rare thing, as fine [F#] as a bee's wing.
And I miss her more [B] than ever words could say.
If [D#m] I could just taste all [F#] of her wildness now.
If I could [C#] hold her in my [G#m] arms today.
[F#]
Sure I wouldn't want her any, sure I wouldn't [B] want her any.
[F#] Sure I wouldn't want her any [C#] other way.
[F#] [B]
[F#] [C#]
[B] [A#] [F#]
[G]
Key:
F#
B
C#
G#m
A#
F#
B
C#
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_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[D#] _ _ [B] _ _ I was just [F#] 19 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love.
They were burning babies and burning [C#] flies, the hawks [B] against the does.
[F#] And I got a job in a steamy, down on Calderon Street.
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working [B] next to me.
_ [D#] She was a rare thing, [B] as [F#] fine as a bee's wing.
So [G#m] fine that a breath of [B] wind might blow her away.
_ She was a lost child, oh [F#] she was running wild.
And she [B] said, as long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
[A#] _ [F#] You're sure you wouldn't want me any [B] other way.
_ _ [F#] _
Brown hair zigzagged around her face in a look of half surprise.
Like a fox caught in headlights, [C#] there was animal [B] in her eyes.
And she said, oh [F#] man, can't you see that I'm not the factory kind?
And if you don't get me out of [C#] here, I'll surely lose my [B] mind.
_ [D#] She was a rare thing, [G#m] as fine [F#] as a bee's wing.
So fine that I [B] might just crush her where she lay.
She [D#m] was a lost child, oh [F#] she was running wild.
And she [B] said, as long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
[A#] _ [C#] You're sure you wouldn't want me any [B] other way.
_ [F#] _ We busked around the market towns and picked fruit down in Kent.
And we could tinker lamps and pots and knives [B] wherever we went.
[F#] And I thought that maybe we'd settle down and have a few acres dug.
Fire burning in the hearth and babies [B] on the rug.
[F#] And she said, oh man, you foolish man, that surely sounds like hell.
You might be lord of half the world, you'll not own [B] me as well.
[D#m] She was a rare thing, as fine [F#] as a bee's wing.
[G#m] So fine that a breath of wind [B] might blow her away.
She [A#] was a lost [F#] child, oh she was running wild.
And she [B] said, as long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
[A#] _ [F#] You're sure you wouldn't want me any [G#m] other [C#] way.
_ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] We was camping down by the gower one time and the work was awfully good.
And she thought that we shouldn't wait for [C#] frost, but I thought maybe [B] we should.
[F#] We was drinking more in those days and the tempers reached a pitch.
And like a fool I let her wander off with a [B] rambling itch.
[F#] The last I heard she's sleeping rough, she's back on the Derby beach.
White horse in her hip pocket [C#] and a wolf pound [B] at her feet.
[F#] And they say she even married once to a man named Romany Brown.
But even a gypsy caravan was too much [B] settling down.
[F#] And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze.
But I guess that that's just the price you pay [C#] for the chains that you [B] refuse.
She was a rare thing, as fine [F#] as a bee's wing.
And I miss her more [B] than ever words could say.
If [D#m] I could just taste all [F#] of her wildness now.
If I could [C#] hold her in my [G#m] arms today.
[F#] _
Sure I wouldn't want her any, sure I wouldn't [B] want her any.
[F#] Sure I wouldn't want her any [C#] other way.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[B] _ _ _ [A#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[D#] _ _ [B] _ _ I was just [F#] 19 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love.
They were burning babies and burning [C#] flies, the hawks [B] against the does.
[F#] And I got a job in a steamy, down on Calderon Street.
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working [B] next to me.
_ [D#] She was a rare thing, [B] as [F#] fine as a bee's wing.
So [G#m] fine that a breath of [B] wind might blow her away.
_ She was a lost child, oh [F#] she was running wild.
And she [B] said, as long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
[A#] _ [F#] You're sure you wouldn't want me any [B] other way.
_ _ [F#] _
Brown hair zigzagged around her face in a look of half surprise.
Like a fox caught in headlights, [C#] there was animal [B] in her eyes.
And she said, oh [F#] man, can't you see that I'm not the factory kind?
And if you don't get me out of [C#] here, I'll surely lose my [B] mind.
_ [D#] She was a rare thing, [G#m] as fine [F#] as a bee's wing.
So fine that I [B] might just crush her where she lay.
She [D#m] was a lost child, oh [F#] she was running wild.
And she [B] said, as long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
[A#] _ [C#] You're sure you wouldn't want me any [B] other way.
_ [F#] _ We busked around the market towns and picked fruit down in Kent.
And we could tinker lamps and pots and knives [B] wherever we went.
[F#] And I thought that maybe we'd settle down and have a few acres dug.
Fire burning in the hearth and babies [B] on the rug.
[F#] And she said, oh man, you foolish man, that surely sounds like hell.
You might be lord of half the world, you'll not own [B] me as well.
[D#m] She was a rare thing, as fine [F#] as a bee's wing.
[G#m] So fine that a breath of wind [B] might blow her away.
She [A#] was a lost [F#] child, oh she was running wild.
And she [B] said, as long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
[A#] _ [F#] You're sure you wouldn't want me any [G#m] other [C#] way.
_ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] We was camping down by the gower one time and the work was awfully good.
And she thought that we shouldn't wait for [C#] frost, but I thought maybe [B] we should.
[F#] We was drinking more in those days and the tempers reached a pitch.
And like a fool I let her wander off with a [B] rambling itch.
[F#] The last I heard she's sleeping rough, she's back on the Derby beach.
White horse in her hip pocket [C#] and a wolf pound [B] at her feet.
[F#] And they say she even married once to a man named Romany Brown.
But even a gypsy caravan was too much [B] settling down.
[F#] And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze.
But I guess that that's just the price you pay [C#] for the chains that you [B] refuse.
She was a rare thing, as fine [F#] as a bee's wing.
And I miss her more [B] than ever words could say.
If [D#m] I could just taste all [F#] of her wildness now.
If I could [C#] hold her in my [G#m] arms today.
[F#] _
Sure I wouldn't want her any, sure I wouldn't [B] want her any.
[F#] Sure I wouldn't want her any [C#] other way.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[B] _ _ _ [A#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
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