Crickets are chirpin' the water is high,
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry.
Window wide ope,n African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze.
Not a word of goodbye, not even a note
She 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 say
It is true sometimes you can see it that way,
But people don't live or die people just float
She went with the man in the long black coat.
There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June
Tree trunks unprooted beneath the high crescent moon
Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
Somebody is out there beating on a dead horse
She never said nothing there was nothing she wrote
She gone with the man in the long black coat.