Well, you wonder why I always dress in black.
Why you never see bright colors on my back, and
Why does my ap - pearance, seem to have a sombre 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 crime.
I wear the black for those, who've never read,
Or listened to the words, that Jesus said,
About the road to happi - ness, through love and chari - ty,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do sup - pose,
In our streak-of-lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're re -minded, of, the ones who are held back,
Up front there oughta 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.
Then just do the same for the other 3 verses