Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell.
Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high.
Mama's dancin' with a baby on her shoulder.
The sun is settin' 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's smile.
Black velvet with that slow southern style.
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees.
Black velvet if you please.
Up in Memphis the music's like a heatwave.
White lightning, bound to drive you wild.
Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl.
"Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle.
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true.
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for.
Black velvet and that little boy's smile.
Black velvet with that slow southern style.
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees.
Black velvet if you please.
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?
What could be better that this blasting in the car on a friday evening, sun setting behind you, and me singing at full volume? Back to back Black Velvet on two different radio channels!! Aah maybe I might be exaggerating a bit..am so ready for a weekend!! So much a good review can do for a morale boost..