She Sure Looks Good In Black

Tears roll down her face
across the black satin lace,
onto the finest suit
I've ever wore.

all my friends are gathered round
looks like the whole town turned out,
to see her cry
like she's never cried before.

my mama hates her

my daddy blames her,
my sister swears it's all an act.

but if she had wore red
she could have raised the dead,
but my lord that women
sure looks good in black.

she walked in and stole the thunder
from all the pretty flowers,
for a minute I thought
she was coming back.

bust she just came to say goodbye
to a cold ol ' love that died,
oh my lord that woman
sure looks good in black.
close enough to reach her

right in front of the preacher,
she showed everybody
how to grieve with class.
as sure as I live and breath
even this dead man can see,
oh my lord that women
sure looks good in black

she walked in and stole the thunder
from all the pretty flowers,
for a minute I thought
she was coming back.

bust she just came to say goodbye
to a cold ol ' love that died,
oh my lord that woman
sure looks good in black.
yes my lord that woman
sure looks good in black.