If six was nine    (Listen to sample)

 

     C - D      - C - D      - C - D              - C - D

                                                  Yeah,                sing a song !

    C G     D      C    G    D          C     G     - D       C      G       - D

1. If the sun refuse to shine, I don't mind,        I don't mind,

    C G     D                  C  G     D       C G    - D      C     G    - D

    if the mountains fell in the sea, let it be,         it ain't me.

       G

    I got my own world to look through,

                                          D       - D

    and I ain't gonna copy you.

 

       C        G   D          C   G   D         C      G    - D     C       G      - D

2. Now, if the six turn out be nine, I don't mind,       I don't mind,

        C  G    D                   C    G     D       C      G    - D     C       G    - D

    if all the hippies cut off all their hair, I don't care,       I don't care.

               G

    'Cos I got my own world to live through,

                                          D

    and I ain't gonna copy you.  - - -

 

                  D                                                                                

3.   White collar conservative flashin' down the street,

C                        D                                                    

    pointin' their plastic finger at me,

C               D                                                               

    hopin' soon my kind will drop and die.

              - C        D                             

    But I        I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high whoa !

D G …..                                   D - G - A ~ ~

               Wave on, wave on !                                 

 

      D                                                            

4.         Fall mountains, just don't fall on me,

                                                                                    - C - D  ..

    go on Mr business man, you can't dress like me.

D

    Yeah, dress fur, you know what im talking about,

D

    I got my own life to live.

 

 

 

 

 

 

D

    I’m the one that’s gotta die out, when its time for me to die,

                     D

    so let me live my life the way I want to.

 

    Sing on, brother, play on, drummer !

 

+ D - C     - D - C    - D - C  ….

 

 

(orig. = capo 1st)    (Jimi Hendrix)