Black Velvet Band The Felice Brothers

Well I’m sick of crying velvet eyes
Sick of pining for you
Oh I am too damn cold to turn on the stove
I’ve been so awfully blue
And at night I dream of St. Louis
Heaven rings the king’s county band
And I cull through the dark room for hours
For the girl in the black velvet band

Oh I’m back from the dead and now I’m sitting up in bed
Watching these sitcoms dissolve
Even the music from the street is sounding sweet
It sounded so awful for so long

And at night I dream of a salesman
Who has come to sell me a plan
Where I’m sure to win back that woman
Oh the one in the black velvet band

The smoke fills the room
The poppy’s bloom
So I’ll make my way
Out of this town someday

So I guess I’m gone
The weather’s come
Oh they tell me the forecast is grim
Oh they plan to appraise this worthless place
For the mining of nickel and tin