(There′s a long)
(There's a long line of mourners)
There′s a long line of mourners
Driving down our little street
Their fancy cars are such a sight to see, oh yeah
They're all your rich friends
Who knew you in the city
And now they've finally brought you
Brought you home to me
When you left, you know you told me
That someday you′d be returning
In a fancy car, all the town to see, oh yeah
Well, now everyone is watching you
You finally had your dream
And you′re riding in a long black limousine
You know the papers told of how you lost your life, oh yeah
The party, the party and the fatal crash that night
Well, the race upon the highway
Oh, the curve you didn't see
Well, you′re riding in that long black limousine
Through tear-filled eyes I watch as you ride by, oh yeah
A chauffeur, a chauffeur at the wheel dressed up so fine
I'll never love another, oh
All my dreams, they′re with you in that long black limousine
Well yeah, they're with you in that long black limousine
Well yeah, they′re with you in that long black limousine
Well yeah, they're with you in that long black limousine
Yeah, yeah, they're with you in that long black limousine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, they′re with you in that long black limousine
Oh yeah, they′re with you in that long black limousine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, they're with you in that long black limousine
Writer(s): Edwin Braden, Vern Stovall, Bobby George Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
