| Lyrics: | Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my
back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the
things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the
hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his
crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who
never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through
love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're
doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just
so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In
Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left
them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we
lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have
died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who
have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never
will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make
a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd
love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to
carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black. |
