Barbershop Quartet

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Barbershop QuartetMike hobbled past the Starbucks and Supercuts in painThe madness of the city muffled the tip-tappin’ of his caneThere were jets overhead, trucks and loud jackhammersState police racin’ down the streets with robb’ries on their scannersFour guys on the sidewalkCrankin’ their big boom boxMike fought to avoidThe poison of noiseHe faded into song outside a beauty salon on MainClosed his eyes and those four guys becameChorus A barbershop quartetFour good friends used to harmonizeIn straw hats, striped jackets n tiesHymns and oldies in every setOf that barbershop quartetCecil and Barney came by after Mike’s last cut of the dayThey’d wait for Grady then practice Goodnight LadiesOutside Marnie’s CaféBarney’s wife liked to bake and he loved T-Bone steaksHis chins useta shake whenever he sang bassFor years they were local starsSingin’ fairs n church bazaarsThen early one MayBarney passed awayCecil moved west to be near his son in Gila BendGrady started forgettin’ songs n facesAnd soon that was the end of the…chorusWell, Mike went home for his old hat n coatWalked to the nursing home on Magnolia RoadFound poor Grady sittin’ in front of a mirrorWonderin’ how the man he was disappearedMike wheeled him ‘neath a Magnolia outside that homeIt sounded like Barney on bass when the south wind moanedYesterday came back with that old straw hat on Grady’s headTwo gents in their 80’s sang “Goodnight Ladies” dreaming of their old quartetChorus©2007 Robert George