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Queenie was born on the banks of the great old river, 1930 maybe Her mother was black, her daddy white Papa was a fine horse breaker Mama sang the songs of the old law makers She used to hide young Queenie in the bush And rub black charcoal over her hair and her face Every time the police came round Looking for any blonde-haired brown-skinned children To round em all up, take em on downtown Shine on shine on immortal one Shine on shine on immortal one Rover was born in the desert He lived out there till his mother died Then he moved around a lot from place to place Bedford Downs, Beau River, Lissendell, Wyndham Building fences, working as a stockman Then he had a series of dreams He started painting what he'd heard and he'd seen Rainbow serpent, krill, krill, cyclone Tracey The killing field Everything that lives and breathes Write on write on immortal one Write on write on immortal one Letras de cancionesYour story will always run When Rover and Queenie were young They met out on New Texas Town station She worked as a cook there, for a long, long time She said hey cowboy Later on she said nice boy good workin' top rider lucky one that one One day a mean horse ripped the scalp from his head She stitched him up with a boiled needle and thread Good as any doctor They were friends ever after She said I wanna paint He said I'll teach ya They died within months of each other Write on write on immortal ones Shine on shine on immortal ones Write on write on immortal ones Shine on shine on immortal ones Your story will always run, forever run From Letras Mania