Chords for MAD FOR THE ROAD // BEESWING (Richard Thompson Cover) // ROADIE TV

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_ _ _ I [A] was 18 when I came to town, they call it the summer of love.
Burning babies, burning flags, [E] the hogs [D] against the dogs.
[A] I took a job at the steaming, way down on Calderon Street.
And I fell in love with a laundry girl [E] who was working [D] next to me. _ _
_ _ _ [A] Brown hair zigzagged around her face in a look of half surprise.
Like a fox caught in the headlight, there was animal [D] in her eyes.
[A] She said to me, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind.
And if you don't take me out of [E] here, I lose [D] my mind. _ _ _
_ She [F#m] was a rare thing, as fine as [A] a bee's wing.
So fine a breath of [E] wind might blow [D] her away.
[F#m] She was a lost child, [A] she was running wild.
She says, so long, it's there's no price [D] in love I'll say. _
[A] You wouldn't [E] want her [D] any other way.
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[A] We bussed around the market town through Pickendown and Kent.
We could tinker pots and pans and [D] knives wherever we went.
We [A] were working down Newgowar one time and the work was mighty good.
She wouldn't wait for the harvest [D] and I thought we should.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] I said to her, we'll settle down and get a few acres dug.
With a fire burning in our hearts and bobbies on [D] the rug. _ _ _ _
[F#m] She said, oh man, you foolish me, [E] that surely sounds [A] like hell.
You might be lord of half the world, you're not [D] on me as well. _
_ _ [F#m] She was a rare thing, [A] fine as a bee's wing.
[F#m] So fine a breath of [E] wind might blow [D] her away.
_ She was [F#m] a lost child, [A] she was running wild.
She says, so long, it's [E] there's no price in [D] love I'll say. _
[E] You wouldn't want her any [D] other way.
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[A] We were drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pinch.
Like a fool I let her run away when she took the [D] ramblin' _ hitch.
[A] Last we heard she's living rough back at the Derby beach.
With a bottle of white horse in her [E] pocket, a [D] wolfhound at her feet.
_ _ _ _ And [A] they say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown. _
Even the gypsy [E] caravan was too much [D] like settling _ down. _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] Well they say her rose has faded, [E] rough weather [A] and hard _ blues.
Well maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that [D] you refused. _ _ _ _
_ She [F#m] was a rare thing, fine [A] as a bee's wing.
So fine a breath of [E] wind might blow [D] her away.
_ [F#m] She was a lost child, she [A] was running wild.
She says, so long, it's there's no price in [D] love I'll say. _
[E] You wouldn't want her any [D] other way. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ She [F#m] was a rare thing, as fine [A] as a bee's wing.
And I miss her [Em] more than ever [D] words can say.
[F#m] If I could just taste [A] all of her wildness now.
[F#m] If I could hold [E] her in [A] my [D] arms today.
_ [E] You wouldn't [A] want her any [D] other way. _
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