(spoken)
Well howdy boys, howdy, man, man it sure seems like a long time
since I last rode down this old trail. How ya all anyhow?
Fellas, 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 singin'
a new song now. Hope you like it because it's my answer to
The Blue Velvet Band. It goes like this.
By and old willow tree in the churchyard
On the banks of the old Rio Grande
Lies a loved one who died broken hearted
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, dishearted
These words to her lover did go
Dear Jack, you mistrusted your darling
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
You're forgiveness is in this last message
From your heartbroken Blue Velvet Band
Far away o'er the lone western prairie
Her message sped fast o'er the way
To the side of a bed where her cowboy
Was grieving his life fast away
Please grant a last wish, boys, and lay me
Out West on that old Rio Grande
Neath that old willow tree in the churchyard
By my sweetheart, the Blue Velvet Band