Crickets are chirpin' the water is high
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry
Window's wide open african trees
Bent over backwards in a hurricane breeze
Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note
She's gone with the man in the long black coat
Somebody seem him 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
wrote
water
wanted
guide
every
beating
dress
crickets
depend
dance
around
bible
uprooted
depraved
crescent
backwards
force
black
conscience
outskirts
heart
breeze
cannot
preacher
goodbye
trunks
float
horse
looked
mistakes
never
african
people
pulse
quote
cotton
throat
satisfied
hurricane
since
sermon
trees
smoke
somebody
sometimes
sticks
vibrations
stopped
swallow
there
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