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 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 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 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, what could you do?
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(Guitar Solo)
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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, if you please, if you please
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Black Velvet
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Delta Goodrem |