James Isaak: Songs

The Man in Black he rode from town to town
and the strum of his guitar was the sweetest sound
he sang songs for the poor
the tired and unsure
wherever he went the people gathered round

He had a lovely wife by the name of June
he sang to her beneath a crescent moon
together they did roam
the open road their home
through prarie trails and honky tonk saloons

He went through hell and came out the other side
beneath a long black veil through a ring of fire
and he laugh along the way
at the danger that he faced
when he met the devil he spit into his eyes

The Man in Black he rode from town to town
and the strum of his guitar was the sweetest sound
he sang songs for the poor
the tired and unsure
wherever he went the people gathered round

Lyrics copyright 2005 James Isaak