a blues riff...a study in three chords
blachura/blachura
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my son used to go down and spend his afternoons with this old black barber...instead of spending time at my store with me...it's not that he didn't like spending time with his Dad...it's just that Mr Walt was cool
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Mr Walt (Long Time Coming)
If you're looking for Alex
He's at Mr Walt's barbershop
He stops in to visit often
Parks his Hot Wheels 'round the block
A little white kid and an old black man
Talking 'bout the future and the past
Mr Walt explains to Alex
That the first shall soon be last
Cause when Mr Walt's not cuttin' hair
He and Alex sit in their favorite chairs
Talkin' about the day
When neither one will have to pay for his dinner
Mr Walt's tellin' Alex a€˜bout his sharecroppin' days
And the little kid starts to yawnin' in the heat and summer haze
Each wakes up from a nap and Mr Walt opens a paper sack
He eats his lunch and gives his apple to Alex for a snack
It's been a long time coming
But you grow up way too fast
The last is only first when it comes to
Paying rent and buying gas
If you remember what the feeling's like
You're the lucky one today
Cause you may not reach the finish line
Before the reaper comes this way
Now Mr Walt's gone and Alex
Up and moved to Providence
For all the time they spent talkin'
You'd think that life would make more sense
Six feet under or six feet tall
Hold on to the feeling in your soul
Cause the only thing matters when the ship is sinking
Are the memories full of gold
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