Beyond the reach

There are rows of tender hooks

Where nothing seems

To justify a second look

And not a soul is found

To tear them hooks on down



Famous times

Tattooed on this burlap skin

And gun cold days

Shot to pieces above my head

Now tell who's that clown

Who pulled this veil on down



Long black veil

Long black

Long black veil

Long black



If light's a brighter grey

Please then turn it up

This whole town wears its veil down

And wrestles with some all-night clown

And he don't sleep

And he don't sleep



Long black veil

Long black

Long black veil

Long black

Long black veil

Long black

Long black veil

Tell me long black


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