Verse 1:
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I was 18 when I came to town they called it the summer of love
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Burnin' babies burnin' flags the hawks against the dove
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I took a job at the steaming way down on Caltrim 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 around 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 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
    Bm                E         D
You wouldn’t want me any other way

Verse 2:
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We busked around the market towns fruit pickin down in Kent
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We could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went
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We were campin down the Gower, the work was mighty good
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She wouldn’t wait for the harvest, I thought we should
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I said to her we’ll settle down, get a few acres dug
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With 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:
          Gbm                    A
She was a rare thing fine as a bee’s wing
    Gbm               E                   D
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
          Gbm                    A
She was a lost child, she was runnin’ wild -she said-
    Gbm                E                  D
So long as theres no price on love I’ll stay
    Bm                E         D
You wouldn’t want me any other way

Verse 3:
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We were drinking more in those days our tempers reached a pitch
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Like a fool I let her run away when she took the rambling itch
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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 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 like settlin’ down
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They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard booze
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Maybe thats the price you pay for the chains that you refuse

Chorus:
           Gbm                     A
She was a rare thing, fine as a bee’s wing
    Gbm                E             D
I miss her more than ever words can say
            Gbm                    A
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
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If I could hold her in my arms today
   Bm                E         D
I wouldn’t want her any other way