Man in Black
Johnny Cash
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Well, you | wonder why I always dress in black, Why you never see bright colors on my | back, |
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And | why does my ap | pearance seem to | have a sombre | tone,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, 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, But is | there because he's a victim of the | times. |
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I | wear the black for those who've never read, Or listened to the words that Jesus | said, |
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A | bout the road to | happiness, through | love and chari | ty, 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, In our streak-of-lightnin' cars and fancy | clothes, |
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But | just so we're re | minded, of the | ones who are held | back, Up | front there ought'a be a man in | black. |
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I | wear it for the sick and lonely old, 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, Each | week we lose a hundred fine young | men. |
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I | wear it for the thousands who have died, Believin' that the Lord was on their | side! |
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I | wear it for an | other hundred | thousand who have | died, Be | lievin' that we all were on their | side. |
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Well, there's | things that never will be right, I know, and Things need changin' ev'rywhere you | go, |
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But ' | til we start to | make a move, to | make a few things | right, You'll | never see me wear a suit of | white. |
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Oh, I'd | love to wear a rainbow every day, and Tell the world that ev'rything's | OK! |
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But I'll | try to carry | off a little | darkness on my | back, 'Til things are | brighter, | I'm the man in | black. |