Song | The Clothes Don't Make The Man |
Artist | Keith Anderson |
Album | Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Albritton, Anderson | |
My brother's got a black an' white picture | |
With numbers 'cross his chest | |
An' he'll do 15 years | |
If his behavior stays at it's best | |
He took the blame to save his best friend's name | |
When a job that went bad down in | |
Birmingham | |
Yeah, but he don't mind that orange suit 'cause he knows | |
That clothes don't make the man | |
Two cells down from where my brother lays his head | |
The walls that go, ' | |
Amazing Grace' an' quotes of scriptures | |
That man once read | |
When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys | |
That did not nderstand | |
But you can wear a robe that's laced with gold | |
But the clothes don't make the man | |
Designer names, rips and stains | |
Shouldn't tell you who | |
I am'Cause sometimes angels hide their wings | |
An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb | |
Yeah, the clothes don't make the man | |
They all laughed an called him names | |
When he said that he was sent to be their king | |
You don't even own a home | |
You got simple clothes an' sandals on your feet | |
Stripped of his pride, he was crucified | |
On a cross with nails of haterd in his hands | |
But he rose from the grave in 3 days | |
Yeah, the clothes don't make the man | |
Designer names, rips and stains | |
Shouldn't tell you who | |
I am'Cause sometimes | |
Angels hide their wings | |
An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb | |
Yeah, the clothes don't make the man | |
Designer names, rips and stains | |
Shouldn't tell you who | |
I am'Cause sometimes | |
Angels hide their wings | |
An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb | |
Yeah, the clothes don't make the man | |
They don't make the man | |
They don't make the man | |
They don't make the man, yeah | |
Oh don't make the man | |
Don't make the man, oh yeah | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
zuo qu : Albritton, Anderson | |
My brother' s got a black an' white picture | |
With numbers ' cross his chest | |
An' he' ll do 15 years | |
If his behavior stays at it' s best | |
He took the blame to save his best friend' s name | |
When a job that went bad down in | |
Birmingham | |
Yeah, but he don' t mind that orange suit ' cause he knows | |
That clothes don' t make the man | |
Two cells down from where my brother lays his head | |
The walls that go, ' | |
Amazing Grace' an' quotes of scriptures | |
That man once read | |
When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys | |
That did not nderstand | |
But you can wear a robe that' s laced with gold | |
But the clothes don' t make the man | |
Designer names, rips and stains | |
Shouldn' t tell you who | |
I am' Cause sometimes angels hide their wings | |
An' the Devil' s dressed like a lamb | |
Yeah, the clothes don' t make the man | |
They all laughed an called him names | |
When he said that he was sent to be their king | |
You don' t even own a home | |
You got simple clothes an' sandals on your feet | |
Stripped of his pride, he was crucified | |
On a cross with nails of haterd in his hands | |
But he rose from the grave in 3 days | |
Yeah, the clothes don' t make the man | |
Designer names, rips and stains | |
Shouldn' t tell you who | |
I am' Cause sometimes | |
Angels hide their wings | |
An' the Devil' s dressed like a lamb | |
Yeah, the clothes don' t make the man | |
Designer names, rips and stains | |
Shouldn' t tell you who | |
I am' Cause sometimes | |
Angels hide their wings | |
An' the Devil' s dressed like a lamb | |
Yeah, the clothes don' t make the man | |
They don' t make the man | |
They don' t make the man | |
They don' t make the man, yeah | |
Oh don' t make the man | |
Don' t make the man, oh yeah | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
zuò qǔ : Albritton, Anderson | |
My brother' s got a black an' white picture | |
With numbers ' cross his chest | |
An' he' ll do 15 years | |
If his behavior stays at it' s best | |
He took the blame to save his best friend' s name | |
When a job that went bad down in | |
Birmingham | |
Yeah, but he don' t mind that orange suit ' cause he knows | |
That clothes don' t make the man | |
Two cells down from where my brother lays his head | |
The walls that go, ' | |
Amazing Grace' an' quotes of scriptures | |
That man once read | |
When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys | |
That did not nderstand | |
But you can wear a robe that' s laced with gold | |
But the clothes don' t make the man | |
Designer names, rips and stains | |
Shouldn' t tell you who | |
I am' Cause sometimes angels hide their wings | |
An' the Devil' s dressed like a lamb | |
Yeah, the clothes don' t make the man | |
They all laughed an called him names | |
When he said that he was sent to be their king | |
You don' t even own a home | |
You got simple clothes an' sandals on your feet | |
Stripped of his pride, he was crucified | |
On a cross with nails of haterd in his hands | |
But he rose from the grave in 3 days | |
Yeah, the clothes don' t make the man | |
Designer names, rips and stains | |
Shouldn' t tell you who | |
I am' Cause sometimes | |
Angels hide their wings | |
An' the Devil' s dressed like a lamb | |
Yeah, the clothes don' t make the man | |
Designer names, rips and stains | |
Shouldn' t tell you who | |
I am' Cause sometimes | |
Angels hide their wings | |
An' the Devil' s dressed like a lamb | |
Yeah, the clothes don' t make the man | |
They don' t make the man | |
They don' t make the man | |
They don' t make the man, yeah | |
Oh don' t make the man | |
Don' t make the man, oh yeah | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |