Bb Well, you wonder why I always dress in black. C Why you never see bright colors on my back, and Eb Bb Eb Bb Why does my ap - pearance, seem to have a sombre tone, Am E7 Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on. Bb I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, C Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town. Eb Bb Eb Bb I wear it for the prisoner, who has long paid for his crime. Am E7 But is there because he's a victim of the crime. Bb I wear the black for those, who've never read, C Or listened to the words, that Jesus said, Eb Bb Eb Bb About the road to happi - ness, through love and chari - ty, Am E7 Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me. Bb Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do sup - pose, C In our streak-of-lightnin' cars and fancy clothes, Eb Bb Eb Bb But just so we're re -minded, of, the ones who are held back, Am E7 Up front there oughta be a man in black. Bb I wear it for the sick and lonely old, C For the reckless ones, whose bad trip left them cold, Eb Bb Eb Bb I wear the black in mournin', for the lives that could have been, Am E7 Each week we lose a hundred fine young men. Then just do the same for the other 3 verses
