Man In The Long Black Coat
Crickets are chirpin' the water is high,There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry.Window wide ope,n African treesBent over backwards from a hurricane breeze.Not a word of goodbye, not even a noteShe gone with the man in the long black coat.
Somebody seen him hangin' around,As the old dance hall on the outskirts of town.He looked into her eyes, when she stopped him to ask,If he wanted to dance, he had a face like a mask.Somebody said from the bible he'd quote,There was dust on the man in the long black coat.
Preacher was talking there's a sermon he gave,He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved.You cannot depend on it to be your guide,When it's you who must keep it satisfied.It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat,She gave her heart to the man in the long black coat.
There are no mistakes in life, some people sayIt is true sometimes you can see it that way,But people don't live or die people just floatShe went with the man in the long black coat.
There's smoke on the water, it's been there since JuneTree trunks unprooted beneath the high crescent moonFeel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling forceSomebody is out there beating on a dead horseShe never said nothing there was nothing she wroteShe gone with the man in the long black coat.