Paul Kelly - The ballad of queenie and rover
Autoscroll
1 Column
Text size
Transpose 0
Paul Kelly
(The Ballad of) Queenie and Rover
AmQueenie was Fborn on the banks of the
Ggreat Ord River, 19F30, maybe
AmHer mother was Fblack, her daddy whitGe F
AmPapa was a Ffine horse-breaker
GMama sang the songs of the Fold lawmakers
AmShe used to hide young FQueenie in the bush
GAnd rub black charcoal all over her Fhair and her face
AmEvery time the poFlice came around
GLooking for any blond haired,F brown skinned children
AmTo round ‘em up and Ftake ‘em on downG town F
AmShine on, sFhine on, immortal Gone, Faha
AmShine on, sFhine on, immortal Gone, Faha
AmRover was boFrn in the desert,
Ghe lived out there ‘til his mFother died
AmThen he moved aFround a lot from place to placGe F
AmBedford Downs, FBow River, GLissadel, WFyndham
AmBuilding fences,F working as a stock maGn F
AmThen he had a Fseries of dreams
GHe started painting what he'd Fheard and he'd seen\
AmRainbow serpent, FKrill Krill, FCyclone Tracy, tGhe killing fields
AmEverything that Flives and breathesG F
AmRide on, riFde on, immortal onGe, ahFa
AmRide on, riFde on, immortal onGe, ahFa
AmYour story Fwill always rGun F
AmWhen Rover and Queenie wereF young
They Gmet out on New Texas DowFn station
AmShe worked as aF cook there for a long, long tGime F
AmShe said, “Hey, Cowboy”F later on she said
G“Nice boyF, good workerAm, top riderF, lucky one, thaGt one” F
AmOne day a mean horse rippedF the scalp from his head
GShe stitched him up with a Fboiled needle and thread
AmGood as any doctor, Fthey were friends ever after
GShe said, “I want to paint,F" he said, “I’ll teach ya”
AmThey died within Fmonths of each otheGr F
AmRide on, riFde on, immortal onGe, ahFa
AmShine on, rFide on, immortal oGne, aFha
AmRide on, riFde on, immortal onGe, ahFa
AmShine on, rFide on, immortal oGne, aFha
AmYour story Fwill always rGun, F
always ruAmn, F
will always ruGn F
Forever ruAmn, F
forever ruGn, F
forever ruAmn F
Forever yoGung, F
Am F G F Am
forever young