| 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 a 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 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 ya 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's in the heart of every schoolgirl
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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 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 ya to your knees
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| Black velvet if you please
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| Every word of every song that he sang was for you
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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 ya 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 ya to your knees
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| Black velvet if you please
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| If you please
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| If you please
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| If you please
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