Why I never wear bright colors on my back
And why does my appearance
seem to have a somber tone
There's reason for the things that I have on
I wear it for the poor and beaten down
And I wear it for the prisoner
Who's long paid for his crime
he's a victim of the time
I wear the flag for those who've never read
About the road to happiness
Why you think he's talking
Well, we got in mighty fine, I do suppose
In our streak of lightning cars
But yes, oh, we're reminded
Of the ones that are held back
Up front there ought to be a man in black
I wear it for the sick and lowly old
whose bad trip left them cold
And I wear the black in mourning
For the lives that could have been
Each week we lose a hundred
And I'll wear it for the thousands
Believing that the Lord was on their side
And I'll wear it for another
Believing that we're all on their side
But things will hardly be right, I know
But until we start to make a move,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white
I'd love to wear a rainbow every day
But I'll try to carry off
Till things are brighter,
love the man in the black
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