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| - in a tv land, far far away
way back when, black and white days
there was a town, called Mayberry
catchy theme song, i'd whistle, thee
and in that town, there was a place
where men would gather, every day
and shoot the shit, get a shave
chew the fat, rant and rave
gomer, emmit, earnest t
bass, and barney, deputy
fife, the sheriff, and his boy
opie, all hung out at floyds
floyd, the barber, cut and styled
otis, the drunk, goober pyle
howard sprague, the hillbillies
that walked the square, of RFD
things have changed, a lot, since then
but there's still barber shops, and when
i want a hair cut, i go to V's
chat it up, with nodari
igor, rony, and the other
ukraine, bela-russian, barbers,
neighbors, friends, all gather there
cuts are good, prices, fair
makes me think back, black and white
rabbit ears and sister fights
more than, forty years ago
and I wonder, where time goes
as i sit, and watch my son
generations, one by one
sitting in a, barbers chair
shine my shoes, cut his hair
new born, thirteen years ago
and wondering, where the time goes
and wondering, where the time goes.....
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