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Picture Lyrics

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.