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