Beeswing chords by Richard Thompson
Guitar chords with lyrics
Artist: Richard Thompson
Song: Beeswing
Lyrics taken from live version at
Verse 1:
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I was nineteen when I came to town
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They called it the Summer of Love
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They were burning babies, burning flags
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The Hawks against the Doves
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I took a job in the Steamie
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Down on Cauldrum Street
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I fell in love with a laundry girl
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Was working next to me
Chorus:
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She was a rare thing
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Fine as a bee's wing
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So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
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She was a lost child
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She was running wild, she said
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As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
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And you wouldn't want me any other way
Verse 2:
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Brown hair zig-zag round her face
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And a look of half-surprise
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Like a fox caught in the headlights
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There was animal in her eyes
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She said, young man, O can't you see
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I'm not the factory kind
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If you don't take me out of here
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I'll surely lose my mind
Chorus:
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She was a rare thing
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Fine as a bee's wing
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So fine that I might crush her where she lay
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She was a lost child
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She was running wild, she said
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As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
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And you wouldn't want me any other way
Verse 3:
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We busked around the market towns
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And picked fruit down in Kent
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And we could tinker lamps and pots
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And knives wherever we went
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And I said that we might settle down
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Get a few acres dug
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Fire burning in the hearth
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And babies on the rug
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She said O man, you foolish man
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It surely sounds like hell
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You might be lord of half the world
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You'll not own me as well
Chorus:
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She was a rare thing
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Fine as a bee's wing
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So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
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She was a lost child
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She was running wild, she said
Dm C Bb
As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
Gm C Bb
And you wouldn't want me any other way
Verse 3:
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We was camping down the Gower one time
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The work was pretty good
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She thought we shouldn't wait for frost
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And I thought maybe we should
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We were drinking more in those days
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And tempers reached a pitch
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Like a fool I let her run
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With a rambling itch
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Last I hear she's sleeping rough
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Back on the Derby beat
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White Horse in her hip pocket
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And a wolfhound at her feet
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And they say she even marriend once
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A man named Romany Brown
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But even a Gypsy caravan
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Was too much settling down
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And they say her flower is faded now
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Hard weather and hard booze
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But maybe that's just the price you pay
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For the chains you refuse
Chorus:
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She was a rare thing
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Fine as a bee's wing
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And I miss her more than ever words could say
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If I could just taste
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All of her wildness now
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If I could hold her in my arms today
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