Clothes Dont Make The Man


D C My brother's got a black an' white picture G D F G With numbers 'cross his chest D C G D F G An' he'll do 15 more years if his behavior stays at it's best D He took the blame to save his best friends name C G D F G In a job that went bad down in Birmingham C G D C G Yeah, but he don't mind that orange suit cause he knows that clothes don't make the man D C G D F G Two cells down from where my brother lays his head D C G D F G The walls that go Amazing Grace an' quotes of scriptures that man once read D C G D F G When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys that did not understand F Am7 But you can wear a robe that's laced with gold D F G But The Clothes Don't Make The Man D Designer names G Rips and stains F Am7 D Shouldn't tell you who I am D G Cause sometimes angels hide their wings F Am7 D An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb F Am7 D F Am7 D F Am7 Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man D C G D F G They all laughed an called him names when he said that he was sent to be their king D You don't even own a home C G D F G You've got simple clothes an' sandals on your feet D Stripped of his pride D He was crucified C G D F G On a cross with nails of hatred in his hands F Am7 But he rose from the grave in 3 days D F G Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man D Designer names G Rips and stains F Am7 D Shouldn't tell you who I am D G Cause sometimes angels hide their wings F Am7 D An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb F Am7 D Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man F G D F G F Am7 D Designer names G Rips and stains F Am7 D Shouldn't tell you who I am D G Cause sometimes angels hide their wings F Am7 D An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb F Am7 D Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man G They don't make the man F Am7 They don't make the man D They don't make the man Woo... Yeah... G F Am7 Whoa, don't make the man D Don't make the man, yeah F Am7 D F Am7 D Ohh... Yeah-eahh...