| 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 dancing with baby on her shoulder
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| The sun is setting 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 give you longing for
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| 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 you to your knees
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| Black velvet if you please
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| Up in Memphis the music’s like a heatwave
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| White lightning, bound to drive you wild
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| Mama’s baby in the heart of every schoolgirl
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| «Love me tender"leaves 'em crying 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 give you longing for
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| 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 you to your knees
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| Black velvet if you please
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| Every song, every word that he sang was so surely
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| In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon
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| What could you do?
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| 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 you to your knees
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| Black velvet if you please
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| 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 you to your knees
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| Black velvet if you please, yeah |