LONG BLACK HEARSE
(C. Gleaves)
CLIFF GLEAVES (Liberty 55263, 1960)

Well, a thousand people were gathered around
And they wondered why the pretty girl had drowned
Well, a little box was washed ashore
With a note that said, to the boy next door
Remember the happiness that we once knew
And may the loneliness make a man of you
Oh, it's all over, they read the last verse
There goes my baby in that long black hearse
Well, what I thought could never be
Was in that note she left for me
A restless soul is a-hard to guide
When a man comes home, his sins can't hide
Remember the happiness that we once knew
And may the loneliness make a man of you
Oh, it's all over, they read the last verse
There goes my baby in that long black hearse
There she goes, in that long black hearse
There she goes, in that long black hearse
In that long black hearse, in that long black hearse
In that long black hearse, in that long black hearse