Chords for Roy Bailey - beeswing.wmv

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117.8 bpm
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E

A

C#m

B

F#

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Roy Bailey - beeswing.wmv chords
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[E]
[A]
[B] [A]
[E]
I was nineteen when I come to town, Decoded the summer of love,
Burning babies, burning flags, The hawks against [A] the doves,
[E] And I took a job in a steamy, Down on Caldron Street,
Telling love that the laundry girl Was working [A] next to me,
[G#m] She was a rare thing, [E] Fine as a bee's wing,
So fine a breath of wind Might [A] blow her away,
[E] She was a lost [C#m] child, She [E] was running wild,
She said, as long as there's no price On [A] love I'll stay,
[C#m] And you wouldn't want [B] me Any other [E] way,
Brown hair zigzagged round her face, And a look of half surprise,
Like a fox caught in the headlights, There was animal [A] in her eyes,
[E] She said, young man, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind,
If you don't take me out of here, I'll surely [A] lose my mind,
[C#m] She was a rare thing, Fine [E] as a bee's wing,
[C#m] So fine a breath [E] of wind Might [A] blow her away,
She [C#m] was a lost child, She [E] was running wild,
She [C#m] said, as long as there's [E] no price On love [A] I'll stay,
[C#m] And you wouldn't [B] want me Any [E] other way,
[B] [A] [E]
[F#] [A] [C#m]
[E]
[F#] [E]
[A] [C#m]
[A] [E]
[A]
[C#m] [B]
[E] We busked around the market towns, We picked for a down in Kent,
We could tinker pots and [F#] pans And knives [A] wherever we went,
[E] And I said that we might settle down, And get a few acres dug,
Fire burning in [F#] the hearth And babies [A] on the rug,
[E] She said, young man, you're a foolish man, That surely sounds like hell,
You might be lord of half the world, But you'll not earn [A] me as well,
[C#m] She was a rare thing, [E] Fine as a bee's wing,
So fine a breath of wind Might [A] blow her away,
She [C#m] was a lost child, She [E] was running wild,
She said, as long as there's no price On love [A] I'll stay,
[C#m] And you wouldn't [Am] want [B] me Any [E] other way,
We were camping down the gower one time, The work was pretty good,
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost, [G#m] I thought [A] maybe we should,
[E] We were drinking more in those days, And our tempers reached a pitch,
And like a fool I let her run With the [A] ramblin' itch,
[C#m] She was a rare [E] thing, Fine as a bee's wing,
[C#m] So fine [E] a breath of wind Might [A] blow her away,
[G#m] She was a lost child, She [E] was running wild,
She said, as long as there's no [F#] price On love [A] I'll stay,
And [C#m] you wouldn't [B] want me Any [E] other way,
Last year I heard she was sleeping out Down on the Derby beat,
White horse in her hip pocket, And a wolf's [A] hand at her feet,
And [E] they say she even married one time A man named Roman Lee Brown,
But even a gypsy caravan Was too much [A] settling down,
[C#m] She was a rare thing, [E] Fine as a bee's wing,
[C#m] So fine a breath [E] of wind Might [A] blow her away,
She [C#m] was a lost child, [E] She was running wild,
She said, [C#m] as long as there's [E] no price On love [A] I'll stay,
[C#m] And you wouldn't want [B] me Any [E] other way,
They say her flower has faded now, Hard weather and hard dues,
Maybe that's just the price [F#m] you pay For the [E] change you [A] refuse,
She [G#m] was a rare thing, [E] Fine as a bee's wing,
[C#m] And I miss her [B] more than any [A] word can say,
If [C#m] I could just [E] taste All her wildness now,
If I could hold her in my [A] arms today,
[C#m] I [B] wouldn't want her Any [E] other way,
She was a rare thing, Fine as a bee's wing,
[B] So fine a breath of wind Might blow [A] her away,
[C#m] She was a lost child, [E] She was running wild,
She said, as long as there's no price On [A] love I'll stay,
And [C#m] you wouldn't want [B] me Any other way,
[E] [G#]
[B]
[A] [E]
Key:  
E
2311
A
1231
C#m
13421114
B
12341112
F#
134211112
E
2311
A
1231
C#m
13421114
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_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I was nineteen when I come to town, Decoded the summer of love,
_ Burning babies, burning flags, The hawks against [A] the doves,
_ _ [E] And I took a job in a steamy, _ Down on Caldron Street,
_ Telling love that the laundry girl Was working [A] next to me,
_ _ [G#m] She was a rare thing, _ [E] Fine as a bee's wing,
So fine a breath of wind Might [A] blow her away,
_ _ [E] She was a lost [C#m] child, She [E] was running wild,
She said, as long as there's no price On [A] love I'll stay, _ _
[C#m] And you wouldn't want [B] me Any other [E] way,
_ _ _ Brown hair zigzagged round her face, And a look of half surprise,
Like a fox caught in the headlights, There was animal [A] in her eyes,
_ [E] She said, young man, oh can't you see, I'm not the factory kind,
_ If you don't take me out of here, I'll surely [A] lose my mind,
_ _ [C#m] She was a rare thing, Fine [E] as a bee's wing,
[C#m] So fine a breath [E] of wind Might [A] blow her away, _
She [C#m] was a lost child, She [E] was running wild,
She [C#m] said, as long as there's [E] no price On love [A] I'll stay,
_ _ [C#m] And you wouldn't [B] want me Any [E] other way, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
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[F#] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ We busked around the market towns, We picked for a down in Kent,
_ We could tinker pots and [F#] pans And knives [A] wherever we went,
_ [E] And I said that we might settle down, And get a few acres dug,
_ Fire burning in [F#] the hearth And babies [A] on the rug,
_ [E] _ She said, young man, you're a foolish man, That surely sounds like hell,
You might be lord of half the world, But you'll not earn [A] me as well,
_ _ [C#m] She was a rare thing, [E] Fine as a bee's wing,
So fine a breath of wind Might [A] blow her away,
_ She [C#m] was a lost child, She [E] was running wild,
She said, as long as there's no price On love [A] I'll stay, _ _
[C#m] And you wouldn't [Am] want [B] me Any [E] other way,
_ _ _ We were camping down the gower one time, The work was pretty good,
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost, [G#m] I thought [A] maybe we should,
_ _ [E] We were drinking more in those days, And our tempers reached a pitch,
And like a fool I let her run With the [A] ramblin' itch,
_ [C#m] She was a rare [E] thing, Fine as a bee's wing,
[C#m] So fine [E] a breath of wind Might [A] blow her away, _
[G#m] She was a lost child, She [E] was running wild,
She said, as long as there's no [F#] price On love [A] I'll stay,
_ And [C#m] you wouldn't [B] want me Any [E] other way, _ _ _
Last year I heard she was sleeping out Down on the Derby beat,
_ White horse in her hip pocket, And a wolf's [A] hand at her feet, _
And [E] they say she even married one time A man named Roman Lee Brown,
But even a gypsy caravan Was too much [A] settling down, _
[C#m] She was a rare thing, [E] Fine as a bee's wing,
[C#m] So fine a breath [E] of wind Might [A] blow her away,
_ She [C#m] was a lost child, [E] _ She was running wild,
She said, [C#m] as long as there's [E] no price On love [A] I'll stay,
_ _ [C#m] And you wouldn't want [B] me Any [E] other way,
_ They say her flower has faded now, Hard weather and hard dues,
_ Maybe that's just the price [F#m] you pay For the [E] change you [A] refuse,
_ She [G#m] was a rare thing, _ [E] Fine as a _ bee's wing,
[C#m] And I miss her [B] more than any [A] word can say,
_ If [C#m] I could just [E] taste All her wildness now,
If I could hold her in my [A] arms today, _ _
[C#m] I [B] wouldn't want her Any [E] other way,
_ She was a rare thing, _ Fine as a _ bee's wing,
[B] So fine a breath of wind Might blow [A] her away, _ _
[C#m] She was a lost child, _ [E] She was running wild,
She said, as long as there's no price On [A] love I'll stay,
_ And [C#m] you wouldn't want [B] me Any other way,
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
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