A conservative world? I don’t care. I don’t care.

Now if 6 turned out to be 9,
I don’t mind, I don’t mind,
Alright, if all the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don’t care, I don’t care.
Dig, ‘cos 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.
Wave on, wave on
Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can’t dress like me.
Sing on Brother, play on drummer.  — “If 6 Was 9.” — Jimi Hendrix

The old First Sgt. must have really loved him,

this young misfit who became known as “Jimi” Hendrix.

Still, he was discharged unsuitably, Honorably.

He may have even given some of the younger bros

something to look forward to once they got “out of

country.” All of them didn’t make it. Mr. Hendrix didn’t make it for very long in the world either.

Still, “it don’t mean nothing,” as some said way back when. Back when 6 may have tunred out

to be 9.