Lyrics - Picture by Kings X

She was a white skinned black beauty, the daughter of an
Indian
Her
Grandparents raised her in northern
Illinois.
I call her mother.
He was the son of a hellfire holiness preacher woman.
They say nobody was wilder, but maybe his brother.
I call him father
She was young, calling love.
He was young, stealing love.
We all got together for the first time last
September.
I said "
Somebody take a photograph
I've got a camera."
Now
I got me a favorite picture.

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