Lyrics Jimi Hendrix – If 6 Was 9

Yeah
Sing the song, bro

If the sun refused to shine
I don’t mind, I don’t mind (Yeah)

Got my own world to look through and uh
And I ain’t gonna copy you

Yes, now if six turned out to be nine
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
I don’t care, I don’t care, dig

‘Cause I got my own world to live through and uh
And I ain’t gonna copy you

White collared conservative flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me, huh
They’re hoping soon my kind will drop and die
But I’m gonna wave my freak flag high, high, oh

Wave on, wave on

Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me
Go ahead on, Mr. Businessman, you can’t dress like me

Nobody know what I’m talking about
I got my own life to live
I’m the one that’s going to die when it’s time for me to die
So let me live my life the way I want to
There, sing on, brother
Play on, drummer