[Verse 1] Walked into the barbershop, Saturday around ten, Same old jokes and arguments, same familiar men. Old-school soul was playing, clippers humming in the back, Somebody talking football, somebody talking smack. Caught a fella’s eye across the room, he gave a little nod, I sent one right back to him, never gave it much thought. Funny how a second’s worth of something never said, Can tell a man he’s good with a simple lift of the head. [Pre-Chorus 1] Some things don’t need explaining, Some things don’t need a name. A little common understanding Says more than words can say. [Chorus] It’s a chin nod, saying, brother, you’re alright, Don’t matter where you come from or what you’ve got in life. Different roads behind us, different stories left untold, But respect don’t have a price tag, and it don’t have to be sold. We can’t undo the distance or the lines that have been drawn, But we can meet each other somewhere on the ground we’re standing on. Sometimes the loudest thing a man can say ain’t what he said, It’s you’re good with me, with a simple lift of the head. [Verse 2] I’ve known men with money, I’ve known men scraping by, Some with calluses on their hands, some wearing suits and ties. Seen a man get overlooked before he’d said a word, Seen another get the benefit of every doubt he’d earned. I can’t pretend we’ve all been dealt the same damn hand, Or claim to know the weight another man’s been asked to stand. But I don’t need his history, his paycheck, or his name, To look him in the eye and give the respect I’d want the same. [Pre-Chorus 2] You don’t have to share my story, I don’t have to know your past. Respect ain’t something you gotta earn, It’s something every man should have. [Chorus] It’s a chin nod, saying, brother, you’re alright, Don’t matter where you come from or what you’ve got in life. Different roads behind us, different stories left untold, But respect don’t have a price tag, and it don’t have to be sold. We can’t undo the distance or the lines that have been drawn, But we can meet each other somewhere on the ground we’re standing on. Sometimes the loudest thing a man can say ain’t what he said, It’s you’re good with me, with a simple lift of the head. [Bridge] I know a nod won’t change the world or right a hundred wrongs, Won’t erase the lines we’ve drawn or where those lines came from. But I’ve seen a man stand taller when somebody lets him know, He ain’t gotta prove his worth to have a place to call his own. And maybe that’s where something starts, before a word is said, Two strangers finding common ground with a simple lift of the head. [Final Chorus] It’s a chin nod, saying, brother, you’re alright, Don’t matter where you come from or what you’ve got in life. Different roads behind us, different stories left untold, But respect don’t have a price tag, and it don’t have to be sold. We can’t undo the distance or the lines that have been drawn, But we can meet each other somewhere on the ground we’re standing on. Sometimes the loudest thing a man can say ain’t what he said, It’s you’re good with me, with a simple lift of the head.
