This is the story of Eunice and Pablo,
Two lovers living as one.
Eunice she showed her love with a knife,
Pablo showed his with a gun.
Eunice and Pablo were drinking
on a Friday afternoon.
Eunice said, “Pablo I’m leaving you now.”
Pablo said, “Whoa, not so soon.”
Well Eunice and Pablo continued to fight
Eunice insists she must leave
Pablo says, “Honey, I’ll kill you first.
Look what I’ve got up my sleeve.”
It was a white handled revolver,
Loaded and ready to go.
He pointed it straight at Eunice’s head
And fired that near fatal blow.
She sings, “I cannot remember
If I was shot in the head.
And if I once had a memory
That bullet killed it dead.”
Well Eunice she ducked and the bullet glanced off.
She gave the Sheriff a ring.
But at Pablo’s trial, on the witness stand
She could not remember a thing.
The lawyers kept asking her questions
To freshen her memory
But she never told them the truth that day
She was trying to keep Pablo free.
She sings, “I cannot remember
If I was shot in the head.
And if I once had a memory
That bullet killed it dead.”
Well women, we love too hard
And women, we love too long.
I just hope for the rest of my days
I will never sing Eunice’s song.
She sings, “I can’t remember what my mother told me,
Can’t remember advice of a friend,
And when they let old Pablo out of that jail
I know that I’ll love him again.”
Because I cannot remember
If I was shot in the head.
And If I once had a memory
That bullet killed it dead.
Yes if I once had a memory…
that bullet killed it dead.
Two lovers living as one.
Eunice she showed her love with a knife,
Pablo showed his with a gun.
Eunice and Pablo were drinking
on a Friday afternoon.
Eunice said, “Pablo I’m leaving you now.”
Pablo said, “Whoa, not so soon.”
Well Eunice and Pablo continued to fight
Eunice insists she must leave
Pablo says, “Honey, I’ll kill you first.
Look what I’ve got up my sleeve.”
It was a white handled revolver,
Loaded and ready to go.
He pointed it straight at Eunice’s head
And fired that near fatal blow.
She sings, “I cannot remember
If I was shot in the head.
And if I once had a memory
That bullet killed it dead.”
Well Eunice she ducked and the bullet glanced off.
She gave the Sheriff a ring.
But at Pablo’s trial, on the witness stand
She could not remember a thing.
The lawyers kept asking her questions
To freshen her memory
But she never told them the truth that day
She was trying to keep Pablo free.
She sings, “I cannot remember
If I was shot in the head.
And if I once had a memory
That bullet killed it dead.”
Well women, we love too hard
And women, we love too long.
I just hope for the rest of my days
I will never sing Eunice’s song.
She sings, “I can’t remember what my mother told me,
Can’t remember advice of a friend,
And when they let old Pablo out of that jail
I know that I’ll love him again.”
Because I cannot remember
If I was shot in the head.
And If I once had a memory
That bullet killed it dead.
Yes if I once had a memory…
that bullet killed it dead.
envoyé par Bernart Bartleby - 17/9/2014 - 14:00
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Parole e musica di Sheila Simon, oggi vice governatore dell’Illinois (Democratic Party)
Testo trovato sul suo articolo intitolato “Greatest Hits: Domestic Violence in American Country Music”
“Eunice and Pablo tells the story of a 1985 Jackson County, Illinois, case in which the Pablo Kenner Sr. was accused of attempted murder and aggravated battery. He was convicted of aggravated battery. The lyrics were taken directly from the testimony at the trial.”
Probabilmente quel Pablo Kenner è lo stesso che qualche anno dopo, nel 1991, fu imputato di triplice omicidio (non so come andò a finire) e che più recentemente, nel 2013, è stato arrestato per atti di crudeltà aggravati su animali…