Could this be my Blue Velvet Band?
Just a few moments before I was hunted
By the cops, who wounded me, too.
And my temper was none the sweetest,
As I swung myself into their view.
And the copper, not liking the glitter
Of the “44” Colt in my hand;
Hurriedly left through the window,
Leaving me with my Blue Velvet Band.
Had she been true when I met her,