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