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Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell |
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Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high |
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Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder |
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The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky |
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The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything |
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Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing forBlack velvet and that little boy's smile |
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Black velvet with that slow southern style |
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A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees |
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Black velvet if you pleaseUp in Memphis the music's like a heatwave |
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White lightening, bound to drive you wild |
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Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl |
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"Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle |
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The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true |
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Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing forBlack velvet and that little boy's smile |
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Black velvet with that slow southern style |
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A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees |
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Black velvet if you pleaseEvery word of every song that he sang was for you |
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In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon, what could |
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You do?Black velvet and that little boy's smile |
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Black velvet with that slow southern style |
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A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees |
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Black velvet if you pleaseBlack velvet and that little boy's smile |
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Black velvet with that slow southern style |
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A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees |
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Black velvet if you please |
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If you please, if you please, if you please |
