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From jfair@vt.edu Tue Oct 31 23:20:07 1995 Received: from post-office.nevada.edu (root@post-office.nevada.edu [131.216.1.11]) by mailhost.tcs.tulane.edu (8.6.12/8.5) with ESMTP id RAA37804; Tue, 31 Oct 1995 17:20:02 -0600 Received: from holodeck.cc.vt.edu (holodeck.cc.vt.edu [128.173.16.28]) by post-office.nevada.edu (8.6.12/8.6.4) with ESMTP id PAA20585 for <guitar@nevada.edu>; Tue, 31 Oct 1995 15:19:34 -0800 Message-Id: <199510312319.PAA20585@post-office.nevada.edu> Received: from as2511-26.sl015.cns.vt.edu by holodeck.cc.vt.edu with SMTP (8.6.12/16.2) id SAA18074; Tue, 31 Oct 1995 18:19:32 -0500 X-Sender: jfair@mail.vt.edu X-Mailer: Windows Eudora Version 1.4.4 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Date: Tue, 31 Oct 1995 18:18:34 +0500 To: guitar@nevada.edu From: jfair@vt.edu (John Fair) Subject: Man In the Long Black Coat Status: RO Hi. It's been too long since my last one...... Man In the Long Black Coat Bob Dylan 3/4 time fool around in F#m F#m A E C#m F#m A E F#m
F#mCrickets are Achirpin' the Ewater is C#mhigh There's a F#msoft cotton Adress' on the Eline hangin' F#mdry F#mWindows wide Aopen EAfrican C#mtrees F#mBent over Abackwards from a Ehurricane F#mbreeze ENot a word, a goodbye, not even a note She F#mgone with the Aman in the Elong black F#mcoat
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
DThere are no mistakes in life Asome people say And it's F#mtrue sometimes you can Esee it that F#mway DPeople don't live or die, Apeople just float She F#mwent with the man in the Elong black F#mcoat
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