[Verse 1] He did not seem much like a man with a problem He was small he was quiet he dressed neat and shaved His job was five days in a brick making plant And he drank a few beers on his other two days [Chorus] His music was country, his faith was in Jesus In fact he had pictures of Christ in his house He never once questioned his daily existence Nor wondered a lot what his life was about [Verse 2] He was fond of his pistol and he cleaned it too often Hed go down by the river shoot driftwood all day Stare out the window and sip on the cold beer Sometimes he was happy like children who play [Chorus] [Verse 3] And some Saturday morning he came to my father And said Virgil would you cut my hair for me please And my father was handy with razors and scissors Sometimes he cut hair with the guys on our street [Chorus] [Verse 4] As small boys would do I sat watchin my father Dad kidded him some bout his jealous wife The man thanked my father and he offered to pay him Went back to his house and he took his own life [Chorus][x2]
father, kidded, small, virgil, cut