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, note even a note,
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She gone with the man
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In the long black coat.
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Somebody seen him hanging around
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At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town,
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He looked into her eyes when she stopped 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
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In the long black coat.
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Preacher was a talkin' 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
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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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Bridge: But people don't live or die, people just float.
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She went with the man
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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 uprooted, 'neath 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 the dead horse.
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She never said nothing there was nothing she wrote,
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She gone with the man
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In the long black coat.
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Man In The Long Black Coat
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| Emerson, Lake & Palmer |
