Crickets are chirpin' the water is high
  There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry
  Window wide open 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 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 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 the 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 unprooted beneath the high crescent moon
  Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
  Somebody is out there beating on a dead horse
  She never said nothing there was nothing she wrote
  She gone with the man in the long black coat.