Richard Thompson – Beeswing chords

I watched irish folk legend christy moore play this song its really easy;] 
Richard Thompson BEESWING

GI was 18 when I came to town they called it the summer of love
G D CBurning babies burning flags the hawks against the doves
GI took a job at the steaming way down on Caltrim St,
G D CFell in love with a laundry girl that was workin next to me.
GBrown hair zig zagged across her face and a look of half surprise,
G D CLike a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes,
GShe said to me can't you see I'm not the factory kind,
G D CIf you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind
EM GShe was a rare thing fine as a bee's wing
EM D CSo fine a breath of wind might blow her away
EM G She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild (she said)
EM D CSo long as theres no price on love I'll stay
AM D CYou wouldn't want me any other way.
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.....
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