Hair
Graham Central Station
People ask me everywhere
They say, is that really all your hair?
I just tell them it it ain't
Well it sho' don't mean that now I cain't
'Cause I just don't believe it's fair
To judge a man
By the length of his hair
Take two words like hip and square, well
The truth will shine and not your hair
Even the blind can damn near see
What's outside you and inside me
Down or high, truth or lie
A weak man's laugh can be
A strong man's cry
Black or blonde or nappy or fair
You can't judge nobody by hair
If I thought that you would care
I'd wear a wig up under my hair
Down or high, truth or lie
A weak man's laugh can be
A strong man's cry
People ask me everywhere
Is that really all your hair?
I just tell them if it ain't
Well, it sho' don't mean that now
I can't