My Old Man
My old man was a good old man
Finest one in the whole land
Fancy suit, white brim on his head
I loved the things he did with his hands
He was mine, he was mine oh mine
At least that's what I thought at the time
When his blood was on my hands
I thought he'd never touch another woman again
My old man, he shoulda thought twice
Knew he was my only vice
If I hide, will anyone see
That my other vice was jealousy
My old man, he shoulda thought twice
Knew he was my only vice
If I hide, will anyone see
That my other vice was jealousy
Whеn I closed the trunk on him
I drove down to thе river where we used to swim
Dead trees, two foot of snow
Who would look for him in this freezing cold?
Broken bones, a gash in his head
I thought for sure that he was dead
When his body floated away, his eyes flew open
And he screamed my name
Poor old me, I shoulda thought twice
Knew he was my only vice
If I bat my eyes, will anyone see
That my other vice was jealousy
Poor old me, I shoulda thought twice
Knew he was my only vice
If I bat my eyes, will anyone see
That my other vice was jealousy
Meu Velho
Meu velho era um bom velho
O melhor de toda a região
Terno chique, aba branca na cabeça
Eu amava as coisas que ele fazia com as mãos
Ele era meu, ele era meu, oh meu
Pelo menos era o que eu pensava na época
Quando o sangue dele estava nas minhas mãos
Eu achava que ele nunca mais tocaria outra mulher
Meu velho, ele devia ter pensado duas vezes
Sabia que era meu único vício
Se eu me esconder, alguém vai ver
Que meu outro vício era a inveja
Meu velho, ele devia ter pensado duas vezes
Sabia que era meu único vício
Se eu me esconder, alguém vai ver
Que meu outro vício era a inveja
Quando fechei o porta-malas nele
Dirigi até o rio onde costumávamos nadar
Árvores mortas, dois pés de neve
Quem iria procurá-lo nesse frio congelante?
Ossos quebrados, um corte na cabeça
Eu achava que com certeza ele estava morto
Quando o corpo dele flutuou, os olhos se abriram
E ele gritou meu nome
Pobre de mim, eu devia ter pensado duas vezes
Sabia que era meu único vício
Se eu piscar os olhos, alguém vai ver
Que meu outro vício era a inveja
Pobre de mim, eu devia ter pensado duas vezes
Sabia que era meu único vício
Se eu piscar os olhos, alguém vai ver
Que meu outro vício era a inveja