Letras de The Gospel Singer - Tony Joe White

The Gospel Singer (original)

In the town of Tifton, Georgia
On a hot and dusty day
You could see the heat coming off the ground
Up the street a man came running
Stumbling on his way
And he shouted that the gospel singer is coming to our town
Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming
Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming
He was born in Tipton, Georgia
With a voice as pure as gold
And his hair was golden as the sun
Drinking and women were his friends
But the people did not know
That he did not feel the songs he sung
Hallelujah the gospel singer is coming
Hallelujah yeah the gospel singer is coming
In a tent, a thick tarpaulin
In a pasture near the town
The people came and waited all day long
There were some who could not walk
And some who could not see
And it was believed that he could help them with his songs
But the singer he had grown tired
Of the life that he had lived
And to the rich and poor, sick and cripple
He looked at them and said
I cannot cure your illness
And I cannot make you see
For I have loved your women
And I sang to you for money
In the town of Tipton, Georgia
The sun was arising
But not a soul was seen out on the street
But some had gathered in the pasture
And were staring outside to believe
At the shadow of the singer
'Neath the tall and lonesome pine tree
Hallelujah, hallelujah …

(traducción)

En la ciudad de Tifton, Georgia
En un día caluroso y polvoriento
Podías ver el calor saliendo del suelo
Calle arriba un hombre vino corriendo
Tropezando en su camino
Y gritó que el cantor de gospel viene a nuestro pueblo
Aleluya el cantante de gospel se acerca
Aleluya el cantante de gospel se acerca
Nació en Tipton, Georgia
Con una voz tan pura como el oro
Y su cabello era dorado como el sol
Beber y las mujeres eran sus amigos
Pero la gente no sabía
Que no sentía las canciones que cantaba
Aleluya el cantante de gospel se acerca
Aleluya, sí, el cantante de gospel viene
En una tienda, una lona gruesa
En un pasto cerca del pueblo
La gente vino y esperó todo el día.
Había algunos que no podían caminar
Y algunos que no podían ver
Y se creía que los podía ayudar con sus canciones
Pero el cantante se había cansado
De la vida que había vivido
Y a los ricos y pobres, enfermos y lisiados
Los miro y dijo
no puedo curar tu enfermedad
Y no puedo hacerte ver
Porque he amado a tus mujeres
Y te canté por dinero
En la ciudad de Tipton, Georgia
El sol estaba saliendo
Pero no se vio un alma en la calle
Pero algunos se habían reunido en el pasto
Y estaban mirando afuera para creer
A la sombra del cantor
Bajo el alto y solitario pino
Aleluya, aleluya…