Paroles de The Black Wagon

The black, the black, the black wagon The black, the black, the black wagon What's that ridin' o'er the hill and darkenin' the sky? Lock your windows and your doors and hope it passes by Its rider is a Bible man who killed his flesh and kin A mark of death upon his arm The rider's name is Cain The black, the black, the black wagon The black, the black, the black wagon Two travelers, they hitched a ride and struck a deadly bargain To chronicle the tales of Cain aboard that bad ol' wagon And so they rode from town to town collecting tales of murder Every week presented here By Messrs. Storm and Tender The black, the black, the black wagon The black, the black, the black wagon Don't touch that dial, you're about to witness American murder Tonight's tale: The Donner Party The black, the black, the black wagon