The Man Who Shot Himself Tom T. Hall
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[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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 aloud what his life was about
[Verse 2]
He was fond of his pistol and he cleaned it too often
He'd go down by the river and shoot driftwood all day
Stare out the window and sip on a cold beer
Sometimes, he was happy like children who play
[Chorus]
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 aloud what his life was about
[Verse 3]
And one Saturday morning, he came to my father
And he said, "Virgil, would you cut my hair for me, please?"
And my father was handy with razors and scissors
Sometimes, he cut hair for the guys on our street
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
[Chorus]
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 aloud what his life was about
[Verse 2]
He was fond of his pistol and he cleaned it too often
He'd go down by the river and shoot driftwood all day
Stare out the window and sip on a cold beer
Sometimes, he was happy like children who play
[Chorus]
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 aloud what his life was about
[Verse 3]
And one Saturday morning, he came to my father
And he said, "Virgil, would you cut my hair for me, please?"
And my father was handy with razors and scissors
Sometimes, he cut hair for the guys on our street
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