Tonalité : A major
Verse 1
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I was 18 when I came to town they
called it the Summer of Love
Burning babies, burning flags,
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the hawks against the dove
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I took a job at the Steaming way
down on Caltrim Street
And they fell in love with a laundry girl,
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that was working next to me
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Brown hair, zigzagged all round face,
a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights,
Bm
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there was animal in her eyes
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She said to me, "Can't you see
I'm not the factory kind?"
And if you don't take me out of here,
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I'll lose me mind
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F#m
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She was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
C#m
So fine, a breath of wind
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might blow her away
F#m
And she was a lost child,
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she was running wild
F#m
She said, "So long as there's
C#m
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no price on love, I'll stay
Bm
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You wouldn't want me any other way"
A
We busked around the market towns,
fruit picking down in Kent
We could tinker pots and pans
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or knives wherever we went
A
We were campin' down the Gower,
but the work was mighty good
She wouldn't wait for the harvest
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and I thought we should
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I said to her, "We'll settle down
and get a few acres dug"
With a fire burning in the heart
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and babies on the rug
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She said, "Oh man, you foolish man,
E
A
that 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"
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F#m
But she was a rare thing,
A
fine as a beeswing
C#m
So fine, a breath of wind
D
might blow her away
F#m
And she was a lost child,
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she was running wild
F#m
She said, "So long as there's
C#m
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no price on love, I'll stay
Bm
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You wouldn't want me any other way"
A
We were drinking more in those days,
our tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool, I let her run away when
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she took the rambling itch
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And the last I heard,
she is living rough back on the Derby beach
With a bottle of white horse in her pocket,
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a wolfhound at her feet
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They say that she got married once
to a man called Romany Brown
Even a gypsy caravan was too
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much to settling down
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They say her rose has faded,
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rough weather and hard booze
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Maybe that's the price you pay for the
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chains that you refuse
F#m
Oh, she was a rare thing,
A
fine as a beeswing
F#m
And I mis s her more than
C#m
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ever words can say
F#m
A
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
F#m
C#m
If I could hold her in my
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arms today
Bm
C#m
E
I wouldn't want her any
C#m
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other way
F#m
(She was a rare thing,
A
fine as a beeswing)
E
(And I miss her more than ever,
Em
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words can say)
A
F#m
(If I could just taste all
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of her wildness now)
F#m
C#m
D
If I could hold her in my arms today
Bm
B
C#m
D
I wouldn't want her any other way
Outro 1
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