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...
O Homem Que Se Atirou
Ele não parecia muito com um homem com problemas
Era pequeno, quieto, se vestia bem e estava sempre barbeado
Trabalhava cinco dias em uma fábrica de tijolos
E tomava algumas cervejas nos outros dois dias
Sua música era sertaneja, sua fé estava em Jesus
Na verdade, ele tinha fotos de Cristo em casa
Nunca questionou sua existência diária
Nem se perguntava muito sobre o que era sua vida
Ele gostava de sua pistola e a limpava com frequência
Ia até o rio e atirava em troncos o dia todo
Olhava pela janela e tomava uma cerveja gelada
Às vezes ele estava feliz como crianças que brincam
Sua música era sertaneja, sua fé estava em Jesus...
E numa manhã de sábado, ele veio até meu pai
E disse: Virgil, você pode cortar meu cabelo, por favor?
E meu pai era bom com lâminas e tesouras
Às vezes ele cortava cabelo com os caras da nossa rua
Sua música era sertaneja, sua fé estava em Jesus...
Como meninos pequenos fazem, eu fiquei assistindo meu pai
O pai brincou com ele sobre sua esposa ciumenta
O homem agradeceu meu pai e ofereceu pagar
Voltou para casa e tirou a própria vida
Sua música era sertaneja, sua fé estava em Jesus...
Sua música era sertaneja, sua fé estava em Jesus...
Composição: Tom T. Hall