One night while out for a ramble
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The hour was just about nine
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I met a young maiden in Frisco
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On the corner of Geary and Pine
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On her face there was beauty of nature
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And her eyes just seemed to expand
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Her hair was so rich and so brilliant
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Entwined in a blue velvet band
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We strolled down the street together
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In my pocket she placed her small hand
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She planted the evidence on me
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The girl in the blue velvet band
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I heard the scream of the siren
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And the girl in the blue velvet band
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She left me to face all the trouble
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With a diamond that was worth ten grand
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They sent me to San Quentin for stealing
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God knows I'm an innocent man
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The guilty one now she lies dying
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The girl in the blue velvet band
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Last night when bed-time was ringing
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Standing there close to the bars
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I fancied I heard a voice calling
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Far out in the ocean of stars
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I'll be out in a year and I'm leaving
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But I'll carry the name of a man
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That served ten years in prison
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For the girl in the blue velvet band
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And when I get out I'll endeavor
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To live in some other land
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And I'll bid farewell to old Frisco
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And the grave of my blue velvet band
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The Girl In The Blue Velvet Band
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| Bill Monroe |
