Letras de The Man Who Shot Himself - Tom T. Hall

The Man Who Shot Himself (original)

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
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
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

(traducción)

No parecía un hombre con un problema
era pequeño era callado vestía pulcro y afeitado
Su trabajo fue de cinco días en una planta de fabricación de ladrillos.
Y bebió unas cervezas en sus otros dos días
Su música era country, su fe estaba en Jesús
De hecho, tenía cuadros de Cristo en su casa.
Nunca cuestionó su existencia diaria.
Tampoco se preguntó mucho de qué se trataba su vida.
Le gustaba su pistola y la limpiaba con demasiada frecuencia.
Bajaría por el río disparando madera a la deriva todo el día
Mirar por la ventana y tomar un sorbo de cerveza fría
A veces era feliz como niños que juegan
Y un sábado por la mañana vino a mi padre
Y dijo Virgil, ¿me cortarías el pelo por favor?
Y mi padre era hábil con navajas y tijeras
A veces se cortaba el pelo con los chicos de nuestra calle
Como harían los niños pequeños, me senté a mirar a mi padre
Papá bromeó sobre su esposa celosa
El hombre agradeció a mi padre y se ofreció a pagarle
Regresó a su casa y se quitó la vida