Barber shop quiet music filling the air


Feeling the rhythm

Only came just for someone to cut my hair

Buzz of the clippers

Snap those scissors

Lose those hipster beards

Beating the floor to magic

Of the blues that fils the air

Sing it Muddy, lift my soul to higher ground

Guitar licks graceful

Drum beats Chicago bound

No time for reading

Let them blues wash ebb and flow

Only came here for a haircut

That’s the way Tuesday life sometimes flows