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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