C          G             F           G 
You had us fooled little lady on the street 
C               G        F               G 
wearing deathly grey and shuffling your feet 
C                           G             F         G 
With your eyes fixed on the footpath we’d often say hello 
       F               C           G          C 
But your mind was on a replay of a story long ago 

verse 2 
C               G      F                    G 
Seventeen she was like all the stars that shined 
C               G       F                  G 
The prettiest of all in a touring Chorus line 
C            G               F              G 
When she was dancing she was riding on the sky 
F                 C               F                   C 
From Australia to New Zealand she kicked her heals up high 


[Refrão]
 
F           C            G                   C 
Why did she let that man steal her from the wings 
F                  C               G                    C 
She looked so good beside him be a Queen in a sport of Kings 
F                  C            G       C 
To sip the good old bubbly be a punters toast 
      F              C                G 
To cheer the winning satins past the post 

verse 3 
   C                       G              F               G 
A man trained all the good horses see the pictures on the wall 
C               G           F               G 
Pictures in the kitchen and pictures in the hall 
C                G              F              G 
Horses that were famous all the time without a fear 
  F              C            G              C 
O’Conner was the big time the trainer of the year 


[Refrão]

F           C            G                  C 
Why did she let that man steal her from the wings 
F                  C               G                   C 
She looked so good beside him be a Queen in a sport of Kings 
F                  C            G       C 
To sip the good old bubbly be a punters toast 
      F              C                  G 
To cheer the winning satins past the post 

verse 4 
C                 G       F             G 
Would she keep on dancing surely nature gest 
C                      G               F                  G 
She posts the big-time punters and the squatters from out west 
 C                      G             F              G 
They land home in their limousine and drink a whisky dry 
         F         C          G        C 
And brag about the nags from Scone to Boggabri 


[Refrão]
 
F           C            G                  C 
Why did she let that man steal her from the wings 
F                  C               G                   C 
She looked so good beside him be a Queen in a sport of Kings 
F                  C            G       C 
To sip the good old bubbly be a punters toast 
      F              C               G 
To cheer the winning satins past the post 

Verse 5 
C          G             F           G 
She had us fooled little lady on the street 
C               G        F            G 
wearing deathly grey and shuffling her feet 
C                           G            F        G 
With her eyes fixed on the footpath we’d often say hello 
        F             C           G          C 
But her mind was on a replay of a story long ago