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SEVEN-INCH COWBOY
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Im a seven-inch cowboy
With a tiny pair of six guns.
Fivell get you ten,
I betcha never seen one.
Well Im a seven inch cowboy
How do you be?
And Im used to people gawking and a-staring at me
But I wasnt always so gol-darned wee
Let me tell you my story,
You can listen for free.
For seven long years,
Now thats a year for every inch I stand
Ive traveled small and lonely down the byways of this giant land
Like a country western Lilliputian too afraid to stop
Im at the bottom of the food chain whereas I once was at the top.
I wandered on foot, my horse had done abandoned me
And every town I come tos like a terrible dream
The other cowboys mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors
Watching me dodge em and laughing at my small squeaky scream
I went to a saloon to get a drink
They wouldnt serve me
They stuffed me in a glass and slid me up and down the bar
And all the barroom women gathered round and had their way with me
They sang a song both cold and mean
Cause thats how women are,
They sang,
A man can pan for gold and strike it rich and be a millionaire
Or ride the rodeo and be the best one at it anywhere.
Drive a brand new car, be a movie star
Size is all that counts, and there you are.
And Im a seven-inch cowboy
With a tiny pair of six guns
Fivell get you ten
I bet you never seen one
(Yodeling)
Now as you can imagine, Id grown pretty bitter
(Although thats the only way in which I had grown)
And in that seventh year I finally found my transgressor,
The man who had shrunk me, the worst fiend Id ever known.
The mad Professor Mentley was his name and I drew near
I hopped upon his shoulder and I grabbed him by the ear
I held my little pistols up and I told im, Look a-here!
You made me this way, its time you pay, you gol-darned queer!
And the professor said, Wait! Wait!
Now you know me, and I know you
And you know that strange experiments are just what I do
Its less like a pastime and more like a job
Why if I didnt do it, Id be an unemployed slob
Now I know that wont suffice if Im to set you at ease
But Im thinking as fast as I can for a man whos down on his knees
And just this passing moment I had a thought, heres what I thunk, I thought,
Where would you be today if you hadntve shrunk?
Just another nameless cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin
Riding in the sun, skin burnt the color of a pumpkin
Reviled by the ladies, ridiculed by other men,
Nothing to set you apart nor would there ever have been
Then I came along, yes ME, Professor Mentley!
I gave you a gift! (though you werent grateful evidently)
I plucked you from your average status, I made you unique
Youre a seven-inch cowboy, not a six foot freak.
From every corner of the globe folks will come to adore you
Nations will bow and throw their riches before you
Youll be diminutive in stature, but a titan inside
Because I, your true friend, chose to stand by your side.
Now I cogitated on the words Professor Mentley shared
And I wondered if perhaps he only said em cause he was scared
My guns were weighin heavy in my hands, my heart was low
When suddenly some old advice came to me soft and slow:
Well my pop told me it dont matter where a fella goes
You can sail through icy straights and misty archipelagoes.
Travel to the moon, orbit every star
Size dont really count and there you are.
And Im a seven-inch cowboy (seven inches tall)
With a tiny pair of six guns (Thats mighty damn small)
Fivell get you ten (For all you bettin men)
Youll never see another one (yeah!)
I guess Professor Mentley had a point although I shot him anyway
Theres never been a gentleman like me and that is safe to say
Well, Ive thought real long and hard, so hard my brain is numb
Now I say Hollywood (Hollywood!), Hollywood (Hollywood!)
Hollywood here I come!
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Im a seven-inch cowboy With a tiny pair of six guns. Fivell get you ten, I betcha never seen one. Well Im a seven inch cowboy How do you be? And Im used to people gawking and a-staring at me But I wasnt always so gol-darned wee Let me tell you my story, You can listen for free. For seven long years, Now thats a year for every inch I stand Ive traveled small and lonely down the byways of this giant land Like a country western Lilliputian too afraid to stop Im at the bottom of the food chain whereas I once was at the top. I wandered on foot, my horse had done abandoned me And every town I come tos like a terrible dream The other cowboys mocked me and spit tobacco like meteors Watching me dodge em and laughing at my small squeaky scream I went to a saloon to get a drink They wouldnt serve me They stuffed me in a glass and slid me up and down the bar And all the barroom women gathered round and had their way with me They sang a song both cold and mean Cause thats how women are, They sang, A man can pan for gold and strike it rich and be a millionaire Or ride the rodeo and be the best one at it anywhere. Drive a brand new car, be a movie star Size is all that counts, and there you are. And Im a seven-inch cowboy With a tiny pair of six guns Fivell get you ten I bet you never seen one (Yodeling) Now as you can imagine, Id grown pretty bitter (Although thats the only way in which I had grown) And in that seventh year I finally found my transgressor, The man who had shrunk me, the worst fiend Id ever known. The mad Professor Mentley was his name and I drew near I hopped upon his shoulder and I grabbed him by the ear I held my little pistols up and I told im, Look a-here! You made me this way, its time you pay, you gol-darned queer! And the professor said, Wait! Wait! Now you know me, and I know you And you know that strange experiments are just what I do Its less like a pastime and more like a job Why if I didnt do it, Id be an unemployed slob Now I know that wont suffice if Im to set you at ease But Im thinking as fast as I can for a man whos down on his knees And just this passing moment I had a thought, heres what I thunk, I thought, Where would you be today if you hadntve shrunk? Just another nameless cowboy, a mediocre bumpkin Riding in the sun, skin burnt the color of a pumpkin Reviled by the ladies, ridiculed by other men, Nothing to set you apart nor would there ever have been Then I came along, yes ME, Professor Mentley! I gave you a gift! (though you werent grateful evidently) I plucked you from your average status, I made you unique Youre a seven-inch cowboy, not a six foot freak. From every corner of the globe folks will come to adore you Nations will bow and throw their riches before you Youll be diminutive in stature, but a titan inside Because I, your true friend, chose to stand by your side. Now I cogitated on the words Professor Mentley shared And I wondered if perhaps he only said em cause he was scared My guns were weighin heavy in my hands, my heart was low When suddenly some old advice came to me soft and slow: Well my pop told me it dont matter where a fella goes You can sail through icy straights and misty archipelagoes. Travel to the moon, orbit every star Size dont really count and there you are. And Im a seven-inch cowboy (seven inches tall) With a tiny pair of six guns (Thats mighty damn small) Fivell get you ten (For all you bettin men) Youll never see another one (yeah!) I guess Professor Mentley had a point although I shot him anyway Theres never been a gentleman like me and that is safe to say Well, Ive thought real long and hard, so hard my brain is numb Now I say Hollywood (Hollywood!), Hollywood (Hollywood!) Hollywood here I come!
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