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Published on Oct 27, 2008
Track from the Stolen Apples album as performed on the Sunday Arts TV program. Featuring: Cameron Bruce - Keyboards/Vocals Dan Kelly - Guitar/Vocals Phil McDonald - Bass/ Vocals Ash Naylor - Guitars/Vocals Peter Luscombe - Drums/Vocals.
****************************** 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 all over her hair and her face Every time the cops 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, a-ha Shine on, shine on immortal one, a-ha
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 hed heard and hed seen Rainbow serpent, krill, krill, cyclone Tracey The killing field Everything that lives and breathes
Write on, write on immortal one, a-ha Write on, write on immortal one, a-ha Your 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 When she first saw him she said hey cowboy Later on she said nice fella, 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 wanna paint He said Ill teach ya They died within months of each other
Shine on, shine on immortal ones, a-ha Shine on, shine on immortal ones, a-ha
Write on, write on immortal ones, a-ha Write on, write on immortal ones, a-ha