Tears roll down her face,
Cross the black satin lace, onto the finest suit
I've ever worn.
All my friends are gathered round,
Looks like the whole town turned out, to see her cry,
Like she's never cried before.
My momma 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 woman, sure looks good in black.

Chorus:

She walked in and stole the thunder, from all the pretty flowers,
For a minute, I thought she was coming back.
But she just came to say goodbye,
To a cold old 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 breathe,
Even this dead man can see
Oh my lord that woman sure looks good in black.

Repeat Chorus

Yes my lord that woman sure looks good in black.