Crickets are chirping The water is high There’s a soft cotton dress on the line Hang dry The window’s wide open African trees Bent over backwards In a hurricane breeze
Not a word of goodbye Not even a note She’s gone with the man in the Long black coat
Somebody seen him Hangin’ around At 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 quote There was dust on the man in the Long black coat Preacher was talking There’s a sermon he gave Said every man’s conscience Is vile and deprave You can not 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
One, two There are no mistakes in life Some people say It’s true sometimes You can see it that way People don’t live or die People just float She gave her heart to the man in the Long black coat
There’s smoke on the water It’s been there since June Tree trunks uprooted In the high crescent moon Hear the pulse And vibration And the rumblin’ force Somebody’s out there Beating on a dead horse
She never said nothin’ There was nothin’ she wrote She’s gone with the man in the Long black coat She’s gone with the man in the Long black coat She’s gone She’s gone Gone with the man in the Long black coat Gone with the man in the Long black coat
Compositor: Robert Dylan (SESAC)Editor: Special Rider Music (SESAC)Publicado em 1995ECAD verificado obra #3422313 e fonograma #1996357 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM