Текст песни The Ballad Of Queenie And Rover - Paul Kelly
Queenie
was
born
on
the
banks
Of
the
great
Ord
River,
1930,
maybe
Her
mother
was
black,
her
daddy
white
Papa
was
a
fine
horse-breaker
Mama
sang
the
songs
of
the
old
lawmakers
She
used
to
hide
young
Queenie
in
the
bush
And
rub
black
charcoal
all
over
her
hair
and
her
face
Every
time
the
police
came
around
Looking
for
any
blond
haired,
brown
skinned
children
To
round
'em
up
and
take
'em
on
down
town
Shine
on,
shine
on,
immortal
one,
aha
Shine
on,
shine
on,
immortal
one,
aha
Rover
was
born
in
the
desert,
he
lived
out
there
'til
his
mother
died
Then
he
moved
around
a
lot
from
place
to
place
Bedford
Downs,
Bow
River,
Lissadell,
Wyndham
Building
fences,
working
as
a
stock
man
Then
he
had
a
series
of
dreams
He
started
painting
what
he'd
heard
and
he'd
seen
Rainbow
serpent,
Krill
Krill,
Cyclone
Tracy,
the
killing
fields
Everything
that
lives
and
breathes
Ride
on,
ride
on,
immortal
one,
aha
Ride
on,
ride
on,
immortal
one,
aha
Your
story
will
always
run
When
Rover
and
Queenie
were
young
They
met
out
on
New
Texas
Down
station
She
worked
as
a
cook
there
for
a
long,
long
time
She
said,
"Hey,
Cowboy"
later
on
she
said
"Nice
boy,
good
worker,
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
want
to
paint,"
he
said,
"I'll
teach
ya"
They
died
within
months
of
each
other
Ride
on,
ride
on,
immortal
ones,
aha
Shine
on,
shine
on,
immortal
ones
Ride
on,
ride
on,
immortal
ones,
aha
Shine
on,
shine
on,
immortal
ones,
aha
Your
story
will
always
run,
always
run,
will
always
run
Forever
run,
forever
run,
forever
run
Forever
young,
forever
young
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