D                                C
My brother's got a black an' white picture
      G                  D      F  G
With numbers 'cross his chest
             D                      C        G      
An' he'll do 15 more years if his behavior stays at 
      D      F  G
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    
Yeah, but he don't mind that orange suit cause he knows
                              D    C  G
 that clothes don't make the man

D                             C       G        D     
Two cells down from where my brother lays his head
F  G

               D                              
The walls that go Amazing Grace an' quotes of 
   C            G        D      F  G
scriptures that man once read
        D                               C              
When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys 
     G              D     F  G
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    
Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man
F Am7


          D                                   C        
They all laughed an called him names when he said that 
        G                D    F  G
he was sent to be their king
           D
You don't even own a home
                    C            G             D    F  
You've got simple clothes an' sandals on your feet
G

         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

                         G
They don't make the man
                         F  Am7
They don't make the man
                         D
They don't make the man

Woo...

Yeah...
G                         F  Am7
Whoa, don't make the man
               D
Don't make the man, yeah
F  Am7  D            F  Am7  D
         Ohh...