Joan Osborne - Man in the long black coat

^GmCrickets are ch^Bbirpin' the w^Fater is h^Dmigh There's a ^Gmsoft cotton ^Bbdress on the l^Fine hangin' ^Gmdry Window's wide o^Bbpen A^Ffrican tre^Dmes B^Gment over bac^Bbkwards in a h^Furricane br^Gmeeze

N^Fot a word, a goodbye, not even a note S^Gmhe's gone with the ^Bbman in the l^Fong black ^Gmcoat

S^Gmomebody se^Bbem him h^Fangin' a^Dmround A^Gmt the old dance h^Bball on the ou^Ftskirts of t^Gmown H^Gme looked into her e^Bbyes when she s^Ftopped him to ^Dmask I^Gmf he wanted to d^Bbance he had a f^Face like a ^Gmmask

S^Fomebody said, from the Bible he quote T^Gmhere was dust on the ^Bbman in the l^Fong black c^Gmoat

P^Gmreacher was ta^Bblkin' there's a s^Fermon he g^Dmave He said e^Gmvery man's c^Bbonscience is v^File and de^Gmpraved Y^Gmou cannot de^Bbpend on it ^Fto be your g^Dmuide When it's y^Gmou who must^Bb keep it ^Fsatisfi^Gmed

I^Ft ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat S^Gmhe give her heart to the ^Bbman in the l^Fong black c^Gmoat

^D#There are no mistakes in life s^Bbome people say It's ^Gmtrue sometimes you can ^Fsee it that ^Gmway ^D#People don't live or die, p^Bbeople just float She give her ^Gmheart to the m^Bban in the l^Fong black ^Gmcoat

T^Gmhere's smoke on the ^Bbwater, i^Ft's been there since J^Dmune T^Gmree trunks ^Bbuprooted in the h^Figh crescent ^Gmmoon H^Gmear the pulse and vi^Bbbrations and the ^Frumblin' f^Dmorce S^Gmomebody's out t^Bbhere beating ^Fon a dead ^Gmhorse

S^Fhe never said nothin', there was nothin' she wrote S^Gmhe's gone with the ^Bbman in the l^Fong black ^Gmcoat S^Gmhe's gone with the ^Bbman in the l^Fong black ^Gmcoat S^Gmhe's gone S^Gmhe's gone G^Gmone with the ^Bbman in the l^Fong black ^Gmcoat G^Gmone with the ^Bbman in the l^Fong black c^Gmoat