The Black Wagon

The black, the black, the black wagon
The black, the black, the black wagon

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

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

Don't touch that dial, you're about to witness American murder
Tonight's tale: The Donner Party

The black, the black, the black wagon