Nathan Carter
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Posted : June 22, 2017
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[Verse 1]
G
I was 19 when I came to town they called it the summer of love
G D C
Burning babies burning flags the hawks against the doves
G
I took a job at the steaming way down on Caldrim Street,
G D C
Fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin next to me.
G
Brown hair zig zagged across her face and a look of half surprise,
G D C
Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes,
G
She said to me can't you see I'm not the factory kind,
G D C
If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind
[Chorus]
Em G
She was a rare thing fine as a bee's wing
Em D C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
Em G
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild (she said)
Em D C
So long as theres no price on love I'll stay
Am D C
You wouldn't want me any other way.
[Verse 2]
G
We busked around the market towns picked fruit down in kent
G D C
We could tinker lamps and pots or knives wherever we went.
G
I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug,
G
A fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the rug.
G
She said Oh man you foolish man that surely sounds like hell,
G D C
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
Em D C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
Em G
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild (she said)
Em D C
So long as theres no price on love I'll stay
Am D C
You wouldn't want me any other way.
[Verse 3]
G
Last I heard she was living rough back on the Derby beat
G D C
A bottle of White Horse in her hip pocket, a Wolfhound at her feet
G
They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
G D C
Even a gypsy caravan was too much settlin' down
G
They say her feather has faded, rough weather and hard booze,
G D C
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
Em D C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
Em G
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild (she said)
Em D C
So long as theres no price on love I'll stay
Am D C
You wouldn't want me any other way.
[Outro]
Am D C
You wouldn't want me any other way.
G
I was 19 when I came to town they called it the summer of love
G D C
Burning babies burning flags the hawks against the doves
G
I took a job at the steaming way down on Caldrim Street,
G D C
Fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin next to me.
G
Brown hair zig zagged across her face and a look of half surprise,
G D C
Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes,
G
She said to me can't you see I'm not the factory kind,
G D C
If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind
[Chorus]
Em G
She was a rare thing fine as a bee's wing
Em D C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
Em G
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild (she said)
Em D C
So long as theres no price on love I'll stay
Am D C
You wouldn't want me any other way.
[Verse 2]
G
We busked around the market towns picked fruit down in kent
G D C
We could tinker lamps and pots or knives wherever we went.
G
I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug,
G
A fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the rug.
G
She said Oh man you foolish man that surely sounds like hell,
G D C
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
Em D C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
Em G
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild (she said)
Em D C
So long as theres no price on love I'll stay
Am D C
You wouldn't want me any other way.
[Verse 3]
G
Last I heard she was living rough back on the Derby beat
G D C
A bottle of White Horse in her hip pocket, a Wolfhound at her feet
G
They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
G D C
Even a gypsy caravan was too much settlin' down
G
They say her feather has faded, rough weather and hard booze,
G D C
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
Em D C
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
Em G
She was a lost child, she was runnin' wild (she said)
Em D C
So long as theres no price on love I'll stay
Am D C
You wouldn't want me any other way.
[Outro]
Am D C
You wouldn't want me any other way.
