| one night while out for a ramble
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| the hour was just about 9
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| I met a young Maiden in Frisco
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| on the corner of gleary and Pine
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| on her face there was beauty of nature
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| and her eyes they seem to expand
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| with hair so rich and so brilliant
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| entwined in a blue velvet band
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| we strolled down the street together
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| In my pocket she placed her small hand
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| she planted the evidence on me
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| the girl in the blue velvet band
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| I heard the scream of the sirens
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| and the girl in the blue velvet band
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| she left me to face all the trouble
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| For a diamond that’s worth 10 grand
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| at night when the bedtime was ringing
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| standing close to the bar
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| I fancy I heard a voice calling
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| from Out on the Ocean so far
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| they sent me to San Quentin for stealing
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| God knows I’m an innocent man
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| but the guilty one, now she lies dying
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| the girl in the blue velvet band
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| well I’ll be out in a year and I’m leaving
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| and I’ll carry the name of a man
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| that served 10 years in prison
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| for the girl in the blue velvet band
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| and when I get out I’ll Endeavor
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| to live in some other land
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| and I’ll Bid Farewell to Old Frisco
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| and the girl in the blue velvet band |