| ::Play That Barber Shop Chord:: Words by Wm. Tracey Music by Lewis F. Muir Down in a great big rathskellar Where a swell colored fellow By the name of Bill Jefferson Lord Play'd piano while he'd sing a song, He just sang and played the whole night long Till One night a kinky haired lady That they called Chocolate Sadie, Heard him playing that Barber Shop chord. When he finished, Sadie drew a sigh. Ev'ry time she would catch his eye, she'd cry: "Mister Jefferson Lord, Play that Barber Shop Chord! That soothing harmony It makes an awful, awful, awful hit with me! Play that strain Just to please me again! 'Cause, mister, when you start that minor part, I feel your fingers slipping and a gripping at my heart, Oh! Lord! Play that Barber Shop Chord!" From that night she ne'er rested, That same tune she requested, Ev'ry time she went into the place, Just as soon as she sat down, she roared, "Play that ever lovin' Barber's chord! Oh! I'm going to stick like a plaster To my new music master. For I surely go off of my base When I listen to that melody There's no other music I can see, that's me! "Mister Jefferson Lord, Play that Barber Shop Chord! That soothing harmony It makes an awful, awful, awful hit with me! Play that strain Just to please me again 'Cause, mister, when you start that minor part, I feel your fingers slipping and a gripping at my heart, Oh! Lord! Play that Barber Shop Chord!" |