Richard Thompson - Beeswing Chords

 
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
2
3
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
4
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X

12 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

Verse

GI was 18 when I came to town they called it the summer of love GBurning babies burning flags the Dhawks against the Cdoves GI took a job at the steaming way down on Caltrim St, GFell in love with a laundry girl that was Dworkin next to Cme. GBrown hair zig zagged across her face and a look of half surprise, GLike a fox caught in the headlights there was Danimal in her Ceyes, GShe said to me can't you see I'm not the factory kind, GIf you don't take me out of here I'll Dsurely lose my Cmind

Chorus

SEmhe was a rare thing fine as aG bee's wing EmSo fine a breath of Dwind might blow her Caway EmShe was a lost child, she was Grunnin' wild (she said) EmSo long as theres no Dprice on love I'll Cstay YoAmu wouldn't want Dme any other Cway. We busked around the market towns fruit pickin down in kent We could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went. We were campin down the Gower one time, the work was mighty good. She wouldn't wait for the harvest, I thought we should. I said to her we'll settle down, get a few acres dug, A fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the rug. She said Oh man you foolish man that surely sounds like hell, You might be lord of half the world,You'll not own me as well

Chorus

We were drinking more in those days our tempers reached a pitch Like a fool I let her run away when she took the rambling itch. Last I heard she was living rough back on the Derby beat A bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a Wolfhound at her feet They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown Even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin' down They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard booze, Maybe thats the price you pay for the chains that you refuse She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing I miss her more than ever words can say If I could just taste all of her wildness now If I could hold her in my arms today.....