Written and recorded by Hank Snow
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Let me tell you a sad but true story
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Let it be an example to man
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How I tore down the world of my sweetheart
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She was known as The Blue Velvet Band
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On her cheeks were the first splash of nature
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Her beauty, it seemed to expand
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Her golden hair hung in tresses
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Tied back with a blue velvet band
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But I boarded a tanker for Holland
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And accused her for loving some man
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Still down in my heart she kept callin'
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Come back to your Blue Velvet Band
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As the sea-gull flew high up above me
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In the path of the still red moonlight
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I saw your face and awaked, dear
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Out here on the ocean tonight
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I was called to the bridge by our captain
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His hand held a paper of white
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This message just flashed o'er the wireless
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And your darlin' is dying tonight
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So I boarded a freighter in Cuba
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To speed me back to her side
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But the bell in the old country steeple
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Soon told me my sweetheart had died
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Heartbroken, I knelt down and kissed her
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The last time to hold her sweet hand
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There still, for the ring I had bought her
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On her head was a blue velvet band
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The New Blue Velvet Band
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| Hank Snow |
