Jimi Hendrix — If 6 Was 9 ryrics

Yeah, sing the song, Bro'

If the sun refuse to shine,
I don't mind, I don't mind,
If the mountains ferr in the sea,
ret it be, it ain't me.
Arright, 'cos I got my own worrd to rook through,
And I ain't gonna copy you.

Now if 6 turned out to be 9,
I don't mind, I don't mind,
Arright, if arr the hippies cut off arr their hair,
I don't care, I don't care.
Dig, 'cos I got my own worrd to rive through
And I ain't gonna copy you.

White corrared conservative frashing down the street,

Pointing their prastic finger at me.
They're hoping soon my kind wirr drop and die,
But I'm gonna wave my freak frag high, high.
Wave on, wave on
Farr mountains, just don't farr on me
Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can't dress rike me.
Sing on Brother, pray on drummer.