Lyrics:
Down in Dyess, in Arkansas
Heard a gospel song for the poor
A brother’s ghost, a heavy cost
And a freight train shakin’ the door
That Memphis sun, that golden door
He gave ’em something they ain’t heard before
But the road got hard and the nights got mean
And he fought the beast that lived within
Oh, the Man in Black, a lonesome sound
On cracked and broken, holy ground
He sang for those who’d lost their way
And the price of sin you have to pay
He faced the men in Folsom gray
He knew their troubles anyway
He found his rock, a steady hand
In the love of June, who’d understand
Oh, the Man in Black, a lonesome sound
On cracked and broken, holy ground
He sang for those who’d lost their way
And the price of sin you have to pay
The years went by, the radio
Forgot the places he would go
But in a quiet room, he found the truth
In a broken voice, his final proof
The train is gone, the whistle’s blown
The Man in Black has made it home
And that lonesome sound… it still rings true…
For me… and for you.
