Dylan Bob - The Man In The Long guitar tab

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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#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

Windows wide open African trees

F#m A E F#m

Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze

E

Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note

F#m A E F#m

She gone with the man in the long black coat

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

D A

There are no mistakes in life some people say

F#m E F#m

And it's true sometimes you can see it that way

D A

People don't live or die, people just float

F#m E F#m

She went with the man in the long black coat

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