Monday, February 26
Man In Black

Johnny Cash
February 26, 1932 - September 12, 2003


You wonder why I always dress in black

Why you never see bright colors on my back
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone
Well there's a reason for the things that I have on

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down
Living 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 times

I wear the black for those who never read
Or listened to the words that Jesus said
About the road to happiness through love and charity
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me

Well we're doing mighty fine I do suppose
In our streak-o-lightning cars and fancy clothes
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back
Up front there ought to be a Man In Black

I wear it for the sick and lonely old
For the reckless ones whose bad trips left them cold
I wear the black in mourning for the lives that could have been
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men

I wear it for the thousands who have died
Believing that the Lord was on their side
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died
Believing that we all were on their side

There are things that never will be right I know
And things need changing everywhere you go
But till we start to make a move to make a few things right
You'll never see me wear a suit of white

I'd love to wear a rainbow every day
And tell the world that everything's OK
But I will carry off a little darkness on my back
Untill things are brighter I'm the Man In Black




3 Comments:

Blogger Garrett said...

How could I have forgotten Johnny's B'Day! Shame on me!

The Man In Black is definitely worth celebrating & I'll have to break out some "Folsom Prison Blues" on the way home (even if I am a day late).

And that video for "Hurt" is one of the best collaborations between artist/director I've ever seen.

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I miss you. Counting the days until they set you free again. Writing this letter hoping you're okay. Feels so good you're coming home.

Eres mi Q.

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