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