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, theres 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 hes 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, youd think Hes talking straight to you and me. Well, were doin mighty fine, I do suppose, In our streak of lightnin cars and fancy clothes, But just so were 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, theres 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, Youll never see me wear a suit of white. Ah, Id love to wear a rainbow every day, And tell the world that everythings OK, But Ill try to carry off a little darkness on my back, Till things are brighter, Im the Man In Black.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 07:55:35 +0000
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