| 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 lie’s dying
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| The girl in the blue velvet band
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| Last night when bed-time was ringin
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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 girl in the blue velvet band |