Man In The Long Black Coat
F#m A E C#m Crickets are chirpin', the water is high, F#m A E F#m There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry. F#m A E C#m Window wide open, African trees F#m A E F#m Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze. E Not a word of goodbye, not even a note F#m A E F#m 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.