THE OLD BARBER SHOP

The old Barber Shop, Close to the village Square

Oh what fun we had, as we got our hair cut there The high barber Chair, was set in one spot,

With a wide board to sit on, to cut off our locks.

The little short barber stood up straight on a block Where he cut and he clipped like he couldn’t stop. He talked and told stories in his friendly way,

And all of us Children would have a dime for his pay. We would watch him lather the faces of men ,and With a straight razor, he would shave them over And over again.

Then with a hot towel, he would wrap up their Chin, And not being able to speak, they had to listen to him. The sign on the door, read hair cuts and shaves, with Fresh bread from the oven that Mamma has made. The morning newspaper had come in with the mail, And the news was out for a new village jail.

The old Barber shop was a popular spot, every Saturday evening at six o’clock.

The men would gather for hair cuts and shaves, and Tell many tall stories of by—gone days.

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