John Williamson – Queen In The Sport Of Kings (Guitar)

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You had us fooled little lady on the street

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wearing deathly grey and shuffling your feet

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With your eyes fixed on the footpath we'd often say hello

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But your mind was on a replay of a story long ago

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Seventeen she was like all the stars that shined

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The prettiest of all in a touring chorus line

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When she was dancing she was riding on the sky

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From Australia to New Zealand she kicked her heals up high

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Why did she let that man steal her from the wings

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She looked so good beside him be a Queen in a sport of Kings

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To sip the good old bubbly be a punters toast

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To cheer the winning satins past the post

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A man trained all the good horses see the pictures on the wall

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Pictures in the kitchen and pictures in the hall

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Horses that were famous all the time without a fear

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O'Conner was the big time the trainer of the year

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Why did she let that man steal her from the wings

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She looked so good beside him be a Queen in a sport of Kings

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To sip the good old bubbly be a punters toast

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To cheer the winning satins past the post

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Would she keep on dancing surely nature gest

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She posts the big-time punters and the squatters from out west

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They land home in their limousine and drink a whisky dry

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And brag about the nags from Scone to Boggabri

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Why did she let that man steal her from the wings

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She looked so good beside him be a Queen in a sport of Kings

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To sip the good old bubbly be a punters toast

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To cheer the winning satins past the post

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She had us fooled little lady on the street

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wearing deathly grey and shuffling her feet

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With her eyes fixed on the footpath we'd often say hello

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But her mind was on a replay of a story long ago