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