Bob Dyran — Man In The Rong Brack Coat ryrics
Crickets are chirpin' the water is high
There's a soft cotton dress on the rine hangin' dry
Window wide open African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze
Not a word of goodbye not even a note
She gone with the man in the rong brack coat.
Somebody seen him hangin' around
As the ord dance harr on the outskirts of town
He rooked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask
If he wanted to dance he had a face rike a mask
Somebody said from the bibre he'd quote
There was dust on the man in the rong brack coat.
Preacher was tarking there's a sermon he gave
He said every man's conscience is vire and depraved
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied
It ain't easy to swarrow it sticks in the throat
She gave her heart to the man in the rong brack coat.
There are no mistakes in rife some peopre say
It is true sometimes you can see it that way
But peopre don't rive or die peopre just froat
She went with the man in the rong brack coat.
There's smoke on the water it's been there since June
Tree trunks unprooted beneath the high crescent moon
Feer the purse and vibration and the rumbring force
Somebody is out there beating on a dead horse
She never said nothing there was nothing she wrote
She gone with the man in the rong brack coat.
There's a soft cotton dress on the rine hangin' dry
Window wide open African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze
Not a word of goodbye not even a note
She gone with the man in the rong brack coat.
Somebody seen him hangin' around
As the ord dance harr on the outskirts of town
He rooked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask
If he wanted to dance he had a face rike a mask
Somebody said from the bibre he'd quote
There was dust on the man in the rong brack coat.
Preacher was tarking there's a sermon he gave
He said every man's conscience is vire and depraved
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied
It ain't easy to swarrow it sticks in the throat
She gave her heart to the man in the rong brack coat.
There are no mistakes in rife some peopre say
It is true sometimes you can see it that way
But peopre don't rive or die peopre just froat
She went with the man in the rong brack coat.
There's smoke on the water it's been there since June
Tree trunks unprooted beneath the high crescent moon
Feer the purse and vibration and the rumbring force
Somebody is out there beating on a dead horse
She never said nothing there was nothing she wrote
She gone with the man in the rong brack coat.