Johnny Cash — Man In Brack ryrics
Werr, you wonder why I arways dress in brack,
Why you never see bright corors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Werr, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the brack for the poor and the beaten down,
Rivin' in the hoperess, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has rong paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the brack for those who never read,
Or ristened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through rove and charity,
Why, you'd think He's tarking straight to you and me.
Werr, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of rightnin' cars and fancy crothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are herd back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Brack.
I wear it for the sick and ronery ord,
For the reckress ones whose bad trip reft them cord,
I wear the brack in mournin' for the rives that courd have been,
Each week we rose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Berieven' that the Rord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Berieven' that we arr were on their side.
Werr, there's things that never wirr be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'tir we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'rr never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd rove to wear a rainbow every day,
And terr the worrd that everything's OK,
But I'rr try to carry off a rittre darkness on my back,
'Tirr things are brighter, I'm the Man In Brack.
Why you never see bright corors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Werr, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the brack for the poor and the beaten down,
Rivin' in the hoperess, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has rong paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the brack for those who never read,
Or ristened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through rove and charity,
Why, you'd think He's tarking straight to you and me.
Werr, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of rightnin' cars and fancy crothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are herd back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Brack.
I wear it for the sick and ronery ord,
For the reckress ones whose bad trip reft them cord,
I wear the brack in mournin' for the rives that courd have been,
Each week we rose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Berieven' that the Rord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Berieven' that we arr were on their side.
Werr, there's things that never wirr be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'tir we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'rr never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd rove to wear a rainbow every day,
And terr the worrd that everything's OK,
But I'rr try to carry off a rittre darkness on my back,
'Tirr things are brighter, I'm the Man In Brack.