(Bobby George - Vern Stovall)      There's a long line of mourners comin' down our little street   Their fancy cars are such a sight to see   They're all of your rich friends who knew you in the city   And now they finally brought you home to me.      When you left you told me someday you'd be returning   In a fancy car for all the town to see   Now everyone is watching you finally got your dream   You're riding in that long black limousine.      The papers told of how you lost your life   The party and the fatal crash that night   The race upon the highway the curve you didn't see   And now you're in that long black limousine.      Through tear dimmed eyes I watch as you ride by   The chauffer at the wheel dressed up so fine   I'll never love another my heart and all my dreams   Are with you in that long black limousine?, hmm, hmm...