Barbershop

Barbershop by Steve Einhorn & Kate Power Old barbershop, where I used to get my haircut Old Frank is dead and gone, never more to clip and comb Free bubble gum, Bazooka Joe is on the run Tootsie roll pop, I don't care, crunchy green stuff in my hair Pompadour is nice and curly, Gotta find me a pretty little girl! Then it's off to the bakery; day olds are fine and nearly free Jelly donuts, crumb cake too; five in a bag, just a nickel! I remember one sweet time in the bakery window, lord, it did shine A lap steel guitar, you know the kind; three chrome legs and a case so fine, Not to mention the matching amp! Hank Williams was still the champ! Heading home by the railroad tracks, flatten a quarter in seconds flat. Stolen candy, drinkin' pop, laughin' so hard we could not stop Oh, that muskrat trap, the only thing I caught was a big old rat Skin and tack to a two-by-four Don't need to do that one anymore Boy Scouts and Playboy girls, funny kinda bunny, not your mama in curlers! With plenty of time to figure it out, looking from here I've got my doubts They say I'll be a man someday; I'll know what I'm doin' know what to say At the moment I'm checkin' it out Till I find what makes me shout Sity years with my feet on the ground, lookin' back life's lost and found Wife and home and all my kids, it comes back to me just what I did Before the day I became a man, played my guitar in a good jug band I still play it every day Gonna play it till my dyin' day Old barbershop, where I used to get my haircut...