I looked around the other day, I talked with several of you, and we asked each other a lot of questions.
I asked you questions, you asked me questions, and an idea for a song started brewing then.
And since I saw you last Saturday, I wrote this song.
And I just finished writing this song, the fourth or fifth rewrite this morning,.
so that's why I've got to have the courage to remind myself of what
A the words are of the last version I wrote.
This song is a very personal thing, I suppose you might say, but it's the way I feel about a lot of things.
This song is called The Man in Black.
_ _ _ .
_ _ _ Well, you wonder why I always dress in black.
_ Why you never see bright colors on
B my back.
D And why
A does my appearance
D always have a
A somber
B tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that
E I have on.
I _
A wear the black for the poor and the beaten down.
_ _ Living in the hopeless,
B hungry side of town.
And I
A wear it for the prisoner who has
D long
A paid for his crime.
B But still is there because he's a victim of
E the times.
_
A I wear the black for those who've never read.
_ _ Or listened to the words that
B Jesus said.
_
Bm About
A the road to happiness
D through love and
A charity.
Why
B you'd think he's talking straight to
E you and me.
Well,
A we're doing mighty fine, I do suppose.
_ In our streak of lightning, cars and
B fancy clothes.
_
D But just
A so we're reminded
D of the
A ones who are held back.
B Up front there ought to be a
E man in black.
_ _
A I wear it for the sick and lonely old.
For the reckless one whose bad
B trip left him cold.
I
Bm A wear the black in mourning
D for the lives
A it could have been.
B Each week we lose a hundred
E fine young men.
And
A yes, I wear it for the thousands who have _ died.
Believing that the Lord was
B on their side.
G And I
A wear it for another
D hundred thousand
A who have died.
B Believing that we all were
E on their
A side.
E Well, _ _
A there's things that never will be right, I know.
_ And things need changing everywhere
B you go.
But
D till
A we start to make a
D move to make a few
A things right.
B You'll never see me wear a
E suit of white _ .
_
A I'd love to wear a rainbow every day.
To tell the world that
B everything's okay _ .
But
D maybe
A I can carry off a
D little
A darkness on my back.
Till
B things are brighter, _
E I'm the man
A in black.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
N _ .