Well, howdy, boys,
howdy.
Man, man, it sure seems
like a long time
since I last rode down this old trail.
How are you all, anyhow?
Well, as you see, I still have
this old cigar box
with me, yes, sir.
And better yet,
all the boys out here at the R .K. Ranch
are singing a new song now.
Hope you like it, because it's my answer to
the Blue Velvet Band.
It goes like this.
By an old willow tree in the churchyard,
on the banks of the old rillagrass
lies a loved one who died brokenhearted.
She was known as
the Blue Velvet Band
She was called by the angels up yonder
As the dew kissed the pale summer rose
As we stood there in
silence beside her
These words to her lover did go
Dear Jack, you mistrusted your darlin'
You said that my love wasn't true
You've roamed o
'er the wide open spaces
But my thoughts, they were always of you
Now my last wish was once
more to see you
But they say you're in some
foreign land
Your forgiveness is in this last message
From your heart -broken blue velvet band
Far away o 'er the long western prairie
Her message spread fast all the way
To the side of a bed where her child bore
Was breathing his life fast away.
Please grant a last wish, boys and ladies,
Out west on that old Rio Grande.
Meet that old willow tree in the churchyard.
By my sweetheart, the Blue Velvet Band.