Chords
The Clothes Don't Make The Man

Key: D

Introduction:

                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
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They don't make the man
                                                                  F    Am7  
They don't make the man
                                                                  D  
They don't make the man
Woo...
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...