Lyrics:

The Clothes Don't Make The Man
Keith Anderson/Arlis Albritton (ASCAP)

My brother's got a black & white picture with numbers across his chest
He'll do 15 more years if his behavior stays at it's best
He took the blame to save his best friend's name
At a job that went bad down in Birmingham
Yeah, but he don't mind that orange suit 'cause he knows
The clothes don't make the man

Two cells down from where my brother lays his head
The walls echo "Amazing Grace" & quotes of scripture that man once read
When he preyed upon the little souls of all those boys
That didn't understand
You can wear a robe that's laced with gold
But the clothes don't make the man

Chorus
Designer names, rips and stains, shouldn't tell you who I am
'Cause sometimes angels hide their wings
And the devil's dressed like a lamb
Yeah, the clothes don't make the man

They all laughed and called him names when he said that he was sent
To be their king
You don't even own a home, you've got simple clothes
And sandals on your feet
Stripped of his pride, he was crucified up on a cross with nails of hatred
In his hands
But he rose from that grave in three days
Yeah, the clothes don't make the man

Repeat chorus