The Lost Fingers
"Black Velvet"

(originally by Alannah Myles)

Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rodgers on the Victr’la up high
Mamma’s dancing, baby on her shoulders
The sun is setting like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing he knew
how to move
everything
Always wanting more
He’d leave you longing for
Black Velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet and that slow southern style
A new religion that’ll bring ya to your knees
Black Velvet if you please.

Up in Memphis, music’s like a heat wave
White lightning bound to drive you wild
Mama’s baby is in the heart of every schoolgirl
“Love me tender” leaves ‘em crying in the aisles
The way he moved, it was like a song
So sweet and true
Always wanting more,
He’d leave you longing for
Black Velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet and 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?

Black Velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet and that slow southern style
A new religion that’ll bring ya to your knees
Black Velvet if you please.

Black Velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet and that slow southern style
A new religion that’ll bring ya to your knees
Black Velvet if you please.