Crickets are chirpin' the water is high
there's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry
window wide 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 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 your 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 uprooted beneath the high crescent moon
feel the pulse and vibration and the numbing force
somebody is out there beating a dead horse
she never said nothing there was nothing she wrote
she gone with the man in the long blcak coat.