| Em | G | D | E | m |
| Em | G | D | Bm | |
| Crickets are | chirpin' the | water is | high |
| Em | G | D | Em | |
| There's a | soft cotton | dress on the l | ine hangin' d | ry |
| Em | G | D | Bm | |
| Windows wide | open | African t | rees |
| Em | G | D | Em | |
| Bent over | backwards from a | hurricane | breeze |
| D | |
| Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note |
| Em | G | D | Em | |
| She | gone with the | man in the | long black | coat |
| Somebody singing 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 talkin' there's a sermon he gave |
| He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved |
| You cannot depend on him to be your guide |
| And it's you who must keep it satisfied |
| It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat |
| To give her heart to the man in the long black coat |
| C | G | |
| There are no mistakes in life | some people say |
| Em | D | Em | |
| And it's | true sometimes you can | see it that | way |
| C | G | |
| People don't live or die, | people just float |
| Em | D | Em | |
| She | went with the man in the | long black | coat |
| There's smoke on the water its been there since June |
| Tree trunks uprooted neath the high passing moon |
| Feel the pulse and vibrations and the rumblin' force |
| Somebody is out there beating on a dead horse |
| She never said nothin', there was nothin' she wrote |
| She went with the man in the long black coat |
This song is from PJ's Guitar Chords & Lyrics site |