Long Black Limousine

(Bobby George - Vern Stovall)



There's a long line of mourners comin' down our little street

Their fancy cars are such a sight to see

They're all of your rich friends who knew you in the city

And now they finally brought you home to me.



When you left you told me someday you'd be returning

In a fancy car for all the town to see

Now everyone is watching you finally got your dream

You're riding in that long black limousine.



The papers told of how you lost your life

The party and the fatal crash that night

The race upon the highway the curve you didn't see

And now you're in that long black limousine.



Through tear dimmed eyes I watch as you ride by

The chauffer at the wheel dressed up so fine

I'll never love another my heart and all my dreams

Are with you in that long black limousine?, hmm, hmm...