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