Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Man Who Shot Himself, artist - Tom T. Hall.
Date of issue: 31.12.1977
Song language: English
The 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 |
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 |