MAN IN THE LONG BLACK COAT
JOAN OSBORNE

INTRO

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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's wide open African trees
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Bent over backwards in a hurricane breeze
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Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note
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She's gone with the man in the long black coat


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Somebody seem him hangin' 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 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 quote
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There was dust on the man in the long black coat

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Preacher was 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 give her heart to the man in the long black coat


BRIDGE

One, two...
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There are no mistakes in life some people say
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It's true sometimes you can see it that way
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People don't live or die, people just float
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She give her heart to the man in the long black coat

GUITAR SOLO

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There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June
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Tree trunks uprooted in the high crescent moon
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Hear the pulse and vibrations and the rumblin' force
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Somebody's out there beating on a dead horse
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She never said nothin', there was nothin' she wrote
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She's gone with the man in the long black coat
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She's gone with the man in the long black coat

hope its all good the brige was confusing
g Racer