(Words music by V. Stovall - B. George) There's a long line of mourners Driving down our little street Their fancy cars are such a sight to see, oh yea They're all rich friends who knew you in the scene And now they've finally brought you Brought you home to me
When you left you know you told me That some day you'd be returnin' In a fancy car, all the town to see, oh yea, Well now everyone is watching you You finally had your dream, yea You're ridin' in a long black limousine
You know the papers told of how you lost your life, oh yea The party, the party and the fatal crash that night Well the race along the highway, oh the curve you didn't see When you're riding in that long black limousine
Through tear filled eyes I watch as you pass by oh yea A chauffeur, a chauffeur at the wheel dressed up so fine Well I never, I never, never, never Oh my heart, all my dreams yea, they're with you In that long black limousine
Yea, yea, they're with you in that long black limousine
Yea, yea, they're with you in that long black limousine
