Chords for Mad Dog Mcrea - Bee's Wing (Live at Carnglaze Caverns)

[G] This song is a lovely [B] song written by Richard Thompson.
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_ [G] _ _ It's called Beeswing. _ _
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_ I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ was nineteen when [D] I came to town, they call it the summer of love.
They were burning babies, [Bm] burning flags, [D] the hawks against [G] the doves.
_ _ I took a [D] job down the steamy way down on Caldron Street.
And I fell in love with [Bm] a laundry [F#m] girl who was working [G] next to me.
_ She was a rare thing, _ fine as a [D] beeswing, [Bm] so fine [G] a breath of wind might blow her away. _
She was a lost child, she was running [D] wild, [Bm] she [G] said as long as there's no price in love I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other way.
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_ _ Brown hair [D] zigzagged around her face, to the look of half surprise.
Like a fox caught in the [Bm] headlights [D] there was animal [G] in her eyes.
_ And she said oh [D] man oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind.
And if you don't take [G] me out [D] of here you'll surely [G] lose me mind.
She was a rare thing, _ fine as a [D] beeswing, [Bm] so fine that [G] I might crush her where she lay. _
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.
And you wouldn't want me any [D] other way.
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_ _ We busted round [D] the market towns and picked the down and gents.
We tinkered lamps and pots and pans and eyes wherever [G] we went.
_ And I said that we [D] should settle down and get a few acres dug.
With fire burning [Bm] in the [D] hearth and babies [G] on the rug.
_ And she said oh [D] man you foolish man that surely sounds like hell.
You might be lord of half the world but [F#m] you'll not [G] own me as well. _
She [Bm] was a rare thing, _ [G] fine as a [D] beeswing, _ [G] so fine a breath of wind might 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.
And you wouldn't want me any other _ way.
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_ _ We were camping down [D] on Garwon town, the work was pretty good.
I said we should wait for the frost and she thought maybe [G] we should.
_ _ We were drinking [D] more in those days and fevers reached a pitch.
And like a [G] fool I let her [D] run with the [G] rambling itch.
_ [D] And all last year she's sleeping out way on the Derby beat.
White lightning in her hip [A] pocket and a wolfhound [G] at her feet. _
They say she even married [A] once a man named Romany Brown.
[D] But even the gypsy [G] caravan was too much settling down.
They say her blood has faded [A] now, hard weather and hard [G] booze.
[D] And maybe that's the [G] price you pay for the chains.
Did you refuse? _ _ _ _ _
She was a rare thing, fine as a [D] beeswing.
[G] And I miss her more than any words could say. _
If I could just taste all of her [D] wildness now [G] and hold her in my arms another day.
_ Well I wouldn't want her any other [D] way.
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_ Well thank you very much for listening to that one, thank you. _ _
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