Long Black Veil - The Walkabouts

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