^AWell you wonder why I always dress in black Why you never see bright colors on my ^Bback And w^Dhy does my app^Aearance seem to h^Dave a sombre t^Aone Well there's a re^Bason for the things that I have ^E7on

^AI wear the black for the poor and the beaten down Living in the hopeless hungry side of ^Btown I w^Dear it for the priso^Aner who has l^Dong paid for his ^Acrime But who is ^Bstill in there as a victim of the ^E7time

^AI wear the black for those who've never read Or listened to the words that Jesus ^Bsaid About t^Dhe road to ^Ahappiness through ^Dlove and chari^Aty Why you'd think ^BHe's talking straight to you and ^E7me

^AWell we're doing mighty fine I do suppose In our streak of lightning cars and fancy ^Bclothes But ^Djust so we're re^Aminded of the ^Dones who are held ^Aback Up front there ^Bought to be a man in ^E7black

^AI wear it for the sick and the lonely old For the reckless ones whose bad trips left them ^Bcold I ^Dwear the black in ^Amourning for the ^Dlives that could have ^Abeen Each week we ^Blose a hundred fine young ^E7men

^AAnd I wear it for the thousands who have died Believing that the Lord was on their ^Bside I ^Dwear it for a^Another hundred ^Dthousand who have ^Adied Believing ^Bthat we all were on their ^E7side

^AWell, there're things that never will be right I know And things need changing everywhere you ^Bgo But ^D'till we start to ^Amake a move to ^Dmake a few things ^Aright You'll never ^Bsee me wear a suit of ^Awhite

^AAnd I'd love to wear a rainbow everyday And tell the world that everything's ^Bokay But ^DI'll try to carry ^Aoff a little ^Ddarkness on my ^Aback Till things are br^Bighter I^E7'm the man in ^Ablack