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.
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Man In The Long Black Coat
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| Bob Dylan |
