Come Sit in My Chair

My father had a dream, before I was born
To live life outside of the norm
So he took a wife, learned a new trade
As a barber, away from the farm

Crossed the bridge to Tweed
Back in '64, a family in a new home
He opened a salon, across the street from Ron's
With his scissors, a clipper and comb

He said come sit in my chair
And I'll cut your hair and make you look grand
He said come sit in my chair
And tell me your cares and I'll understand
I'll understand

He cut Joe's hair the day he was wed
Then he styled Joe's wife
When Joe's kids were born, he cut their hair too
Always a part of their life

The hair fell down, and he danced around the chair
As he crafted a style
The swish of the scissors, the Buzz of the clippers
'Fore you knew it, a brand new profile

He said come sit in my chair
And I'll cut your hair and make you look grand
He said come sit in my chair
And tell me your cares and I'll understand

The Judo League, Kinsmen club, and Tweed Speedway
Racing skidoos across the lake, all for Tweed

He said come sit in my chair
And I'll cut your hair and make you look grand
He said come sit in my chair
And tell me your cares and I'll understand
I'll understand

He's the Barber in town
That French man's just around and
He knows everyone's name



Credits
Writer(s): Francine Honey, Francine Marie Honey
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