Man In The Long Black Coat
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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 wide open, African trees
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Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze.
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Not a word of goodbye, not even a note
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She gone with the man in the long black coat.
Somebody seen him hangin' around
At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town.