Unusual Child
Sun up and he'd be gone
On a leather strap around his neck
He wore a white bull horn.
He would be an Indian for a day
Riding bareback on the range
He called himself Cochise
But Jimmy was his name.
He was a western James Dean
He was a rebel he played wild
He was the first born in my family of five
He was a most unusual,
Most unusual
Unusual child.
There was Frankie and there was Billy
Oh but Jimmy was my favourite one
Seems rather strange to me
When I think of what he'd done.
So many times I wonder
What Jimmy was all about
He was sweet, he was crazy
And he was inside out.
Jimmy knew he'd die young
There wasn't anything he wouldn't try
One night he tried too hard
Goodbye Jimmy,
Goodbye.
Niño Inusual
Al amanecer y él se habría ido
En una correa de cuero alrededor de su cuello
Llevaba un cuerno de toro blanco.
Él sería un indio por un día
Montando a pelo en la llanura
Se llamaba a sí mismo Cochise
Pero su nombre era Jimmy.
Era un James Dean del oeste
Era un rebelde, jugaba salvaje
Era el primogénito en mi familia de cinco
Era un niño muy inusual,
Muy inusual
Niño inusual.
Estaba Frankie y estaba Billy
Pero Jimmy era mi favorito
Me parece bastante extraño
Cuando pienso en lo que hizo.
Tantas veces me pregunto
De qué se trataba Jimmy
Era dulce, era loco
Y estaba al revés.
Jimmy sabía que moriría joven
No había nada que no intentara
Una noche intentó demasiado
Adiós Jimmy,
Adiós.