Chords for The Whistlin' Donkeys // Beeswing // Mac-AV

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I was 18 when I came to town
They called it the summer of love
They were burning, babies burning
Flags and the hawks [F] against the dome
_ [C] I took a job at the steaming
Way down on Keldrum Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl
That [G] was working [F] next to me
_ [C] Brown hair zigzagged around her face
And the look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
[G] There was animal [F] in her eyes
_ She [C] said to me, oh can't you see
I'm not the factory kind
And if you don't take me out of [G] here
I'll [F] lose my mind _
She was a rare thing
As [C] fine as a bee's wing
[Am] If I could [G] hold her in my [F] arms today _
I [C] wouldn't [G] want her any [F] other way _
[C] We busked her out of Market House
For picking down and camp
We could tinker pots and [G] pans
And knives [F] wherever we went
_ [C] We were camping down on Gower one time
And the work was mighty good
She wouldn't wait for the harvest
I thought [F] we should
_ I [C] said to her, we'll settle down
Get a few acres dug
With a fire burning in the hearth
And babies [F] on the road
She [Am] said, oh man, you foolish [C] man
That surely sounds like hell _
You might be lord of half the world
You'll not own [F] me as well
[Am] She was a rare thing
[F] As fine [C] as a bee's wing
_ [Am] So fine a breath of [G] wind [F] might blow her away _
[Am] She was a lost child
[C] She was roaming wild
[Am] She said, so long [G] as there's no [C] price
And [F] I'll stay
You [C] wouldn't want me any [F] other way _
[C] We were drinking more in those days
Our tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run away
When she took [F] the ramblin' hitch
_ [C] And the last I heard she's living rough
Back in the Derby Beak
With a bottle of white horse in her [G] pocket
A wolf hound [F] at her feet
And [C] they say that she got married once
To a man called Romany Brown
Even the gypsy caravan
[G] Was too much [F] like settling down
_ _ [Am] They say her roses faded
[C] Rough weather and hard booze
Maybe that's the price you pay
For [G] the chains that [F] you refuse _
[Am] She was a rare thing
As [C] fine as a bee's wing
[Am] I miss her [G] more than [C] ever words [F] can say
If [Am] I could just taste
All [C] of her wildness now
[Am] If I could [G] hold her in my arms [F] today _
I [Dm] wouldn't [G] want her [F] any other way _
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