| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
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, note even a note,
She gone with the man
In
the long black coat.
Somebody seen him hanging around
At the old dance hall on the
outskirts of town,
He looked into her eyes when she stopped 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 a talkin' 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.
Bridge:
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 uprooted,
'neath the high crescent moon
Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
Somebody
is out there beating the dead horse.
She never said nothing there was nothing she
wrote,
She gone with the man
In the long black coat |
