Nathan Carter - Beeswing

      [Verse 1]
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I was 19 when I came to town they called it the summer of love
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Burning babies burning flags the hawks against the doves
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I took a job at the steaming way down on Caldrim Street,
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Fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin next to me.
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Brown hair zig zagged across her face and a look of half surprise,
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Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes,
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She said to me can't you see I'm not the factory kind,
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If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind

[Chorus]
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She was a rare thing 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, she was runnin' wild (she said)
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So long as theres no price on love I'll stay
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You wouldn't want me any other way.

[Verse 2]
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We busked around the market towns picked fruit down in kent
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We could tinker lamps and pots or knives wherever we went.
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I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug,
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A fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the rug.
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She said Oh man you foolish man that surely sounds like hell,
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You might be lord of half the world,You'll not own me as well

[Chorus]
 Em                           G
She was a rare thing 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, she was runnin' wild (she said)
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So long as theres no price on love I'll stay
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You wouldn't want me any other way.

[Verse 3]
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Last I heard she was living rough back on the Derby beat
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A bottle of White Horse in her hip pocket, a Wolfhound at her feet
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They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
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Even a gypsy caravan was too much settlin' down
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They say her feather has faded, rough weather and hard booze,
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Maybe thats the price you pay for the chains that you refuse

[Chorus]
 Em                           G
She was a rare thing 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, she was runnin' wild (she said)
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So long as theres no price on love I'll stay
  Am              D            C
You wouldn't want me any other way.

[Outro]
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You wouldn't want me any other way.