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