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Source: Adults

Author: Michael Davison

Title: To The Man In Black

To The Man In Black

Maybe it’s ya conscience that needs easin’
Maybe you’re jus’ searchin’ for a reason
Whatever it is he can undo the locks
But first, you must open up the box

Starkville City down in Mississippi
Orleans Parish an’ Folsom
He reaches out an’ touches
The wretched, desperate an’ lonesome
Men without honour, men without shame
Men with whom we’re equal
‘cept it’s them that shoulders the blame

Each one shuffles in an’ takes a pew
For one night only, they walk the line
This, is the man who captivates them
Why he could turn water into wine
An’ with that voice like deepest thunder
He sure could be the lord himself
His words embracin’ each and every one of ‘em
No man is left upon the shelf

An’ he knows y’ know
‘bout self- destruction an’ depression
Addiction, detention an’ social suppression
An’ while they admire his honesty an’ self- disclosure
It’s givin’ ‘em the right kinda exposure
Their very own 15 minutes o’ fame
A big cherry pink, apple blossom white dream

So listen to the woebegone
An’ how they whoop it up
They’d partake in his last offered cup
When jus’ like him is how he sees us
This man o’ faith, their very own personal Jesus

From Billy Graham to Paul Hewson
The guy in the street, or wastin’ in prison
They praise him the whole world ‘round
That cotton-pickin’ fella from Dyess
And his ‘boom-chicka’ backin’ sound

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