The Man In Black

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

There´s a reason for the things that I have on

I wear the black for the poor and beaten-down

Livin´ on the hopeless, hungry side of town

I weat it for the prisoners who has long paid for his crime

But is there because he´s a victim of the times

I´m the man...

Well I wear the black for those who´ve never read

Or listened to the words that Jesus said

About the road to happiness, throughr love and charity

Why do you think He´s talkin´ straight to you and me

We´re doing mighty fine I do supose

In our streak-a-lightnin´ cars and fancy clothes

But, just so we´re reminded of the ones who are held back

Up front there ought to be a man in black

I´m the man, I´m the man in black

I´m the man, I´m the 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 mourning for the lifes tha could have been

Each week we lose a hundred fine young men

Well, there´s things that never will be right, I know

And things need changin´ everywhere we go

But ´til we start to make a move, to make a few things right

You´ll never see me wear a suite of white

Oh, I´d love to wear a rainbow every day

And tell the world that everything´s O.K.

But I´ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back

`Til things are brighter, I´m the man in black

I´m the man, the man in black

Oh yeah, I´m the man, the man in black...