John Williamson - Queen in the sport of kings

^CYou had us ^Gfooled little ^Flady on the ^Gstreet ^Cwearing deathly ^Ggrey and ^Fshuffling your f^Geet ^CWith your eyes fixed on the ^Gfootpath we’d ^Foften say ^Ghello But you^Fr mind was on a ^Creplay of a ^Gstory long ^Cago

^CSeventeen she wa^Gs like ^Fall the stars that sh^Gined ^CThe prettiest of^G all in ^Fa touring chorus li^Gne ^CWhen she was ^Gdancing she was ^Friding on the s^Gky ^FFrom Australia to ^CNew Zealand she ^Fkicked her heals up ^Chigh

^FWhy did she ^Clet that man ^Gsteal her from the w^Cings ^FShe looked so good ^Cbeside him be a ^GQueen in a sport of K^Cings ^FTo sip the good old^C bubbly be a ^Gpunters ^Ctoast To che^Fer the winning ^Csatins past the p^Gost

A m^Can trained all the good ^Ghorses see the ^Fpictures on the ^Gwall ^CPictures in the ^Gkitchen and ^Fpictures in the ^Ghall ^CHorses that were ^Gfamous all the ^Ftime without a ^Gfear O’^FConner was the ^Cbig time the ^Gtrainer of the ^Cyear

^FWhy did she ^Clet that man ^Gsteal her from the ^Cwings ^FShe looked so good ^Cbeside him be a ^GQueen in a sport of ^CKings ^FTo sip the good old^C bubbly be a ^Gpunters ^Ctoast To che^Fer the winning ^Csatins past the pos^Gt

^CWould she keep on ^Gdancing ^Fsurely nature ^Ggest ^CShe posts the big-time ^Gpunters and the ^Fsquatters from out ^Gwest T^Chey land home in their ^Glimousine and ^Fdrink a whisky ^Gdry And brag ^Fabout the ^Cnags from S^Gcone to B^Coggabri

^FWhy did she ^Clet that man ^Gsteal her from the ^Cwings ^FShe looked so good ^Cbeside him be a ^GQueen in a sport of ^CKings ^FTo sip the good old^C bubbly be a ^Gpunters ^Ctoast To che^Fer the winning ^Csatins past the ^Gpost

^CShe had us ^Gfooled little ^Flady on the ^Gstreet ^Cwearing deathly ^Ggrey and ^Fshuffling her^G feet ^CWith her eyes fixed on the f^Gootpath we’d ^Foften say^G hello But her ^Fmind was on a ^Creplay of a ^Gstory long ^Cago