Black Velvet
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
ˌmɪsəˈsɪpɪ ˈɪn ðə ˈmɪɾɫ̩ əv ə ˈdraɪ ˈspɛɫ
Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high
ˈdʒɪmɪ ˈrɑdʒɚz ˈɑn ðə vɪkˈtroʊlə ˈʌp ˈhaɪ
Mama’s dancin’ with baby on her shoulder
ˈmɑməz ˈdænsɪŋ ˈwɪθ ˈbeɪbɪ ˈɑn ˈɝ ˈʃoʊɫdɚ
The sun is settin’ like molasses in the sky
ðə ˈsʌn ˈɪz ˈsɛɾɪŋ ˈlaɪk məˈlæsəz ˈɪn ðə ˈskaɪ
The boy could sing
ðə ˈbɔɪ kəd ˈsɪŋ
Knew how to move, everything
ˈnu ˈhaʊ tə ˈmuv | ˈɛvriˌθɪŋ
Always wanting more
ˈɑɫˌweɪz ˈwɑntɪŋ ˈmɔr
He’d leave you longing for
ˈhid ˈliv ˈju ˈlɑŋɪŋ ˈfɔr
Black velvet
ˈblæk ˈvɛɫvət
And that little boy’s smile
ən ˈðæt ˈlɪɾɫ̩ ˈbɔɪz ˈsmaɪəɫ
Black velvet
ˈblæk ˈvɛɫvət
With that slow southern style
ˈwɪθ ˈðæt ˈsloʊ ˈsʌðɚn ˈstaɪəɫ
A new religion that’ll bring ya to your knees
ə ˈnu rɪˈlɪdʒən ˈðætɫ ˈbrɪŋ ˈjɑ tə ˈjɔr ˈniz
Black velvet if you please
ˈblæk ˈvɛɫvət ˈɪf ˈju ˈpliz
Up in Memphis
ˈʌp ˈɪn ˈmɛmfəs
The music’s like a heatwave
ðə ˈmjuzɪks ˈlaɪk ə ˈhit ˈweɪv
White lightning
ˈwaɪt ˈlaɪtnɪŋ
Bound to drive you wild
ˈbaʊnd tə ˈdraɪv ˈju ˈwaɪəɫd
Mama’s baby’s in the heart of every schoolgirl
ˈmɑməz ˈbeɪbiz ˈɪn ðə ˈhɑrt əv ˈɛvrɪ ˈskuɫˌɡɝɫ
“Love Me Tender” leaves ’em cryin’ in the aisle
ˈlʌv ˈmi ˈtʰɛndɚ ˈlivz ˈɛm ˈkraɪɪŋ ˈɪn ðiː ˈaɪəɫ
The way he moved
ðə ˈweɪ ˈi ˈmuvd
It was a sin
ˈɪt ˈwəz ə ˈsɪn
So sweet and true
ˈsoʊ ˈswit ən ˈtru
Always wanting more
ˈɑɫˌweɪz ˈwɑntɪŋ ˈmɔr
He’d leave you longing for
ˈhid ˈliv ˈju ˈlɑŋɪŋ ˈfɔr
Black velvet
ˈblæk ˈvɛɫvət
And that little boy’s smile
ən ˈðæt ˈlɪɾɫ̩ ˈbɔɪz ˈsmaɪəɫ
Black velvet
ˈblæk ˈvɛɫvət
With that slow southern style
ˈwɪθ ˈðæt ˈsloʊ ˈsʌðɚn ˈstaɪəɫ
A new religion that’ll bring ya to your knees
ə ˈnu rɪˈlɪdʒən ˈðætɫ ˈbrɪŋ ˈjɑ tə ˈjɔr ˈniz
Black velvet if you please
ˈblæk ˈvɛɫvət ˈɪf ˈju ˈpliz
Every word of every song
ˈɛvrɪ ˈwɝd əv ˈɛvrɪ ˈsɑŋ
That he sang was for you
ˈðæt ˈhi ˈsæŋ ˈəz ˈfɔr ˈju
In a flash, he was gone
ˈɪn ə ˈflæʃ | ˈhi ˈwəz ˈɡɑn
It happened so soon
ˈɪt ˈhæpənd ˈsoʊ ˈsun
What could you do?
ˈwɑt kəd ˈju ˈdu ‖
Black velvet
ˈblæk ˈvɛɫvət
And that little boy’s smile
ən ˈðæt ˈlɪɾɫ̩ ˈbɔɪz ˈsmaɪəɫ
Black velvet
ˈblæk ˈvɛɫvət
With that slow southern style
ˈwɪθ ˈðæt ˈsloʊ ˈsʌðɚn ˈstaɪəɫ
A new religion that’ll bring ya to your knees
ə ˈnu rɪˈlɪdʒən ˈðætɫ ˈbrɪŋ ˈjɑ tə ˈjɔr ˈniz
Black velvet if you please
ˈblæk ˈvɛɫvət ˈɪf ˈju ˈpliz
Black velvet
ˈblæk ˈvɛɫvət
And that little boy’s smile
ən ˈðæt ˈlɪɾɫ̩ ˈbɔɪz ˈsmaɪəɫ
Black velvet
ˈblæk ˈvɛɫvət
With that slow southern style
ˈwɪθ ˈðæt ˈsloʊ ˈsʌðɚn ˈstaɪəɫ
A new religion that’ll bring ya to your knees
ə ˈnu rɪˈlɪdʒən ˈðætɫ ˈbrɪŋ ˈjɑ təˈjɔr ˈniz
Black velvet if you please
ˈblæk ˈvɛɫvət ˈɪf ˈju ˈpliz
If you please
ˈɪf ˈju ˈpliz
If you please
ˈɪf ˈju ˈpliz
If you please
ˈɪf ˈju ˈpliz
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