If Six Was Nine
Yeah
Sing a song, bro
If the sun refused to shine
I don't mind, I don't mind
And if the mountains fell in the sea
Let it be, 'cause it ain't me
'Cause I got my own world to look through
And I ain't gonna copy you
Yes, now if six turned out to be nine
I don't mind, I don't mind (dig it)
And 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 I ain't gonna copy you
White collared conservative flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Right on, Mr. Businessman, you can't dress like me
You better 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
Play on, drummer
Writer/s: Jimi Hendrix
