01. ožujak 2010 ob 22:04 | 107
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rogers on the victrola, up high
Mama’s dancing with baby on her shoulder
The sun is setting like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything
Always wanting more, he’d leave you longing for
Black Velvet and that little boy smile
Black Velvet with that slow, southern style
A new religion that’ll bring you to your knees
Black Velvet if you please...
Up in Memphis, the music’s like a heat wave
White lightning, bound to drive you wild
Mama’s baby’s in the heart of every school girl
Love me tender leaves ‘em crying in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true
Always wanting more, he’d leave ‘em longing for
Every word of every song that he sang was for you
In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon
What could you do....
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