Picture
She was a white skinned black beauty
The daughter of an Indian
Her grandparents raised her in northern Illinois
I call her mother
She was calling love
(She was young, yeah)
She was calling love
(Calling love, oh)
He was the son of a hellfire
Holiness preacher woman
They say nobody was wilder
But maybe his brother
I call him father
He was calling love
(He was young, yeah)
He was calling love
(Still in love)
She was young
(Love, love, love)
Calling love, yeah
(Love, love, love)
She was calling love
(He was young, oh)
She was calling love
(Still in love, oh)
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
Foto
Ella era una belleza negra de piel blanca
La hija de un indio
Sus abuelos la criaron en el norte de Illinois
Yo la llamo madre
Ella buscaba amor
(Ella era joven, sí)
Ella buscaba amor
(Buscando amor, oh)
Él era el hijo de una mujer predicadora de fuego infernal
Dicen que nadie era más salvaje
Pero tal vez su hermano
Yo lo llamo padre
Él buscaba amor
(Él era joven, sí)
Él buscaba amor
(Todavía enamorado)
Ella era joven
(Amor, amor, amor)
Buscando amor, sí
(Amor, amor, amor)
Ella buscaba amor
(Él era joven, oh)
Ella buscaba amor
(Todavía enamorada, oh)
Todos nos reunimos por primera vez en septiembre pasado
Dije: Alguien tome una fotografía, tengo una cámara
Ahora tengo mi foto favorita