The Man In The Long Black Coat - Bob Dylan
    Crickets are chirpin', the water is high
    There's a soft cotton dress on a line hangin' dry
    The window's wide open, African trees
    Bend over backwards from a hurricane breeze.
    Not a word of goodbye, not even a note
    She'd gone with the man in the long black coat.

    Somebody's seen 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'd quote
    "There was dust on the man in the long black coat."

    Preacher was a-talkin', 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
    An' it's true sometimes, you can see that way
    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 a-been there since june
    Tree trunks uprooted neath the high crescent moon
    Feel the pulse and vibration an' the rumblin' force
    Somebody is out there beatin' on a dead horse.
    She never said nothin', there was nothin' she wrote
    She gone with the man in the long black coat.

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