Mark Lanegan - Man In the Long Black Coat

Crickets are chirpin'The water is highThere's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dryWindows wide openAfrican trees are bent over backwards from a hurricane breezeNot a word of goodbye, not even a noteShe's gone with the man in the long black coatSomebody seen him hanging aroundAt the old dance hall on the outskirts of townHe looked into her eyes when she stopped him to askIf he wanted to dance, he had a face like a maskSomebody said, from the Bible he'd quoteThere is dust on the man in the long black coatPreacher was a talkin', there's a sermon he gaveHe said, "Every man's conscience is vile and depraved"You cannot depend on it to be your guideWhen it's you who must keep it satisfiedIt ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throatShe gave her heart to the man in the long black coatThere are no mistakes in life, some people sayIt is true sometimes, you can see it that wayBut people don't live or die, people just floatShe went with the man in the long black coatThere's smoke on the water, it's been there since JuneTree trunks uprooted beneath the high crescent moonFeel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling forceSomebody is out there beating on the dead horseShe never said nothing, there was nothing she wroteShe's gone with the man in the long black coat