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BLACK VELVET** WRITTEN BY CHRISTOPHER WARD and DAVID TYSON-SUNG BY ALLANNAH MYLES
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high
Mama's dancin' with 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?
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
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
If you please, if you please, if you please
**BLACK VELVET
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Around the time of 'clambake'
Movie number twenty-five
You and the lying dutchman**
Are still in overdrive
You're as strong as when you started
Mississippi in your soul
You can still be Marlon Brando
And the king of rock and roll
It isn't just the records
No, you must have hollywood
The songs alone are not enough
That much is understood
You'll soon be back in memphis
Maybe then you'll know what to do
The storylines they're giving you
Are just not ringing true
Oh, it's a ways to go
Back to Tupelo
When you're young and beautiful
Your dreams are all ideals
Later on it's not the same
Lord, everything is real
Sixteen hundred miles of highway
Roll back to the truth
And a song to give your mother
In your first recording booth
Around the time of 'clambake'
That old dream's still rolling on
Sometimes there'll be the feeling
Things are going wrong
The morning star is fading
Lord, the mississippi's cold
You can still be marlon brando
And the king of rock and roll
But it's a ways to go
Back to TupelO
**lying dutchman
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colonel_Tom_ParkerTHAT'S WHY--WRITTEN BY JOHN GORKA and RECORDED WITH LEO KOTKE ON GUIT and KATHY MATTEA vocals:
He was born a man, he died a myth
The man part left and the rest stayed with
One part vision one part dream
Partly mirror and partly screen
That's why, why they say he never died
The fat man's gone the thin one stayed
Still flashy in that gold lame
Lick his back and press him down
Mail him to another town**
That's why, why they say he's still alive
Things got hot in the styles he mixed
Did you see him move in '56
Gun smoke over the Sullivan show
Shot waist up from Tupelo
The Colonel's army took the soul
That went by the name of King Creole
And he's gone gone gone
He's left this life, he's left this stage
He's left the building but not the age
We asked too much we took his best
Couldn't let him live, can't let him rest
That's why, why they say he never died
It's America's own strange disease
How we merchandise our tragedies
If I invoke his name in vain
Then too I share in all the blame
For why, why they say he's still alive
**lick his back and press him down, mail him to another town
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