| Well howdy boys, howdy, man, man it sure seems like a long time
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| since I last rode down this old trail. |
| How ya all anyhow?
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| Fellas, you see, I still have this old cigar box with me. |
| Yes Sir!
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| And better yet, all the boys out here at the R.K. |
| Ranch are singin'
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| a new song now. |
| Hope you like it because it’s my answer to The Blue Velvet Band. |
| It goes like this.
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| By and old willow tree in the churchyard
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| On the banks of the old Rio Grande
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| Lies a loved one who died broken hearted
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| She was known as the Blue Velvet Band
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| She was called by the angels up yonder
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| As the dew kissed the pale summer rose
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| As we stood there in silence, dishearted
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| These words to her lover did go Dear Jack, you mistrusted your darling
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| You said that my love wasn’t true
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| You’ve roamed o’er the wide open spaces
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| But my thoughts, they were always of you
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| Now, my last wish was once more to see you
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| But they say you’re in some foreign land
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| You’re forgiveness is in this last message
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| From your heartbroken Blue Velvet Band
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| Far away o’er the lone western prairie
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| Her message sped fast o’er the way
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| To the side of a bed where her cowboy
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| Was grieving his life fast away
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| Please grant a last wish, boys, and lay me Out West on that old Rio Grande
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| Neath that old willow tree in the churchyard
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| By my sweetheart, the Blue Velvet Band |