Man in the Long Black Coat

Crickets are chirpin the water is high Theres a soft cotton dress on the line hangin dry Windows wide open african trees Bent over backwards in a hurricane breeze Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note Shes gone with the man in the long black coat Somebody seem him hangin around At 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 quote There was dust on the man in the long black coat Preacher was talkin theres a sermon he gave He said every mans conscience is vile and depraved You cannot depend on it to be your guide When its you who must keep it satisfied It aint easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat She give her heart to the man in the long black coat One, two... There are no mistakes in life some people say Its true sometimes you can see it that way People dont live or die, people just float She give her heart to the man in the long black coat Theres smoke on the water, its been there since june Tree trunks uprooted in the high crescent moon Hear the pulse and vibrations and the rumblin force Somebodys out there beating on a dead horse She never said nothin, there was nothin she wrote Shes gone with the man in the long black coat