F#m A E7 C#m F#m A E7 F#m F#m A E7 C#m Crickets are chirpinʼ the water is high F#m A E7 F#m Thereʼs a soft cotton dress? on the line hanginʼ dry F#m A E7 C#m Windows wide open African trees F#m A E7 F#m Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze E7 Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note F#m A E7 F#m She gone with the man in the long black coat Somebody singing hanginʼ 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 quote There was dust on the man in the long black coat Preacher was talkinʼ thereʼs a sermon he gave He said every manʼs conscience is vile and depraved You cannot depend on him to be your guide And itʼs you who must keep it satisfied It ainʼt easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat To give her heart to the man in the long black coat D A There are no mistakes in life some people say F#m E7 F#m And itʼs true sometimes you can see it that way D A People donʼt live or die, people just float F#m E7 F#m She went with the man in the long black coat Thereʼs smoke on the water its been there since June Tree trunks uprooted neath the high passing moon Feel the pulse and vibrations and the rumblinʼ force Somebody is out there beating on a dead horse She never said nothinʼ, there was nothinʼ she wrote She went with the man in the long black coat
