Barber's Song

Oh, I am a little barber
And I go my merry way
With my razor and my leeches
I can always earn my pay

Though your chin is smooth as satin
You will need me soon I know
For the Lord protects his barbers
And he makes the stubble grow

If I slip when I am shaving you
And cut you to the quick
You can use me as a doctor
Cause I also heal the sick



Credits
Writer(s): Mitch Leigh, Joseph Darion
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