The Black Wagon

The Black, The Black, The Black Wagon

The Black, The Black, The Black Wagon

H'yah!

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

H'yah!

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

H'yah!

(Don't touch that dial.

You're about to witness American

Murder. Tonight's tale: The Donner Party.)

H'yah!

The Black, The Black, The Black Wagon