Man Who Shot Himself
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
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
He was fond of his pistol and he cleaned it too often
He'd 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
His music was country his faith was in Jesus...
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
His music was country his faith was in Jesus...
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
His music was country his faith was in Jesus...
His music was country his faith was in Jesus...
El hombre que se disparó
No parecía mucho un hombre con problemas
Era pequeño, era callado, vestía pulcro y afeitado
Su trabajo era cinco días en una fábrica de ladrillos
Y bebía unas cervezas en sus otros dos días
Su música era country, su fe estaba en Jesús
De hecho, tenía imágenes de Cristo en su casa
Nunca cuestionó su existencia diaria
Ni se preguntó mucho de qué se trataba su vida
Le gustaba su pistola y la limpiaba demasiado seguido
Iba al río a disparar a la madera flotante todo el día
Miraba por la ventana y tomaba sorbos de cerveza fría
A veces era feliz como los niños que juegan
Su música era country, su fe estaba en Jesús...
Y un sábado por la mañana fue a ver a mi padre
Y le dijo Virgilio, ¿podrías cortarme el pelo por favor?
Y mi padre era hábil con las navajas y tijeras
A veces cortaba el pelo con los chicos de nuestra calle
Su música era country, su fe estaba en Jesús...
Como harían los niños pequeños, me quedé viendo a mi padre
Papá bromeaba un poco sobre su esposa celosa
El hombre agradeció a mi padre y se ofreció a pagarle
Volvió a su casa y se quitó la vida
Su música era country, su fe estaba en Jesús...
Su música era country, su fe estaba en Jesús...
Escrita por: Tom T. Hall