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 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
Living 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've 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 doing mighty fine I do suppose
In our streak of lightning 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 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 lives that could have been
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men
And I wear it for the thousands who have died
Believing that the Lord was on their side
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died
Believing that we all were on their side
Well, there's things that never will be right I know
And things need changing everywhere you go
But till we start to make a move to make a few things right
You'll never see me wear a suit of white
Oh, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day
And tell the world that everything's o-kay
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back
Till things are brighter, I'm the man in black