Cuidado con los cobardes...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfywFljm1E8




Everyone considered him
The coward of the county
He'd never stood one single time
To prove the county wrong
His mama named him Tommy
But folks just called him "yellow"
Something always told me
They were reading Tommy wrong

He was only ten years old
When his daddy died in prison
I looked after Tommy
'Cause he was my brother's son
I still recall the final words
My brother said to Tommy
Son my life is over
But yours has just begun

Promise me, son
Not to do the things I've done
Walk away from trouble if you can
Now it don't mean you're weak
If you turn the other cheek
And I hope you're old enough to understand
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man

There's someone for everyone
And Tommy's love was Becky
In her arms he didn't have
To prove he was a man
One day while he was working
The Gatlin boys came calling
They took turns at Becky
N'there was three of them
Tommy opened up the door
And saw his Becky crying
The torn dress, the shattered look
Was more than he could stand
He reached above the fireplace
Took down his daddy's picture
As his tears fell on his daddy's face
He heard these words again

Promise me, son
Not to do the things I've done
Walk away from trouble if you can
Now it don't mean you're weak
If you turn the other cheek
And I hope you're old enough to understand
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man

The Gatlin boys just laughed at him
When he walked into the barroom
One of them got up
And met him half way cross the floor
Tommy turned around they said
Hey look, old yeller's leavin'
You could've heard a pin drop
When Tommy stopped and locked the door

Twenty years of crawling
Was bottled up inside him
He wasn't holding nothing back
He let 'em have it all Tommy left the bar room
Not a Gatlin boy was standing
He said, This one's for Becky
As he watched the last one fall
N' I heard him say

I promised you, Dad
Not to do the things you've done
I walk away from trouble when I can
Now please don't think I'm weak
I didn't turn the other cheek
Papa, I sure hope you understand
Sometimes you gotta fight When you're a man...

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Tú búsqueda es inconclusa, y no todos los diccionarios toman en cuenta slang, modismos o regionalismos.

Necio...

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Selfruled:

Según esto, en efecto, se usa el slang yaller o yeller para referirse a los yelow, personas mulatas de piel dorada, pero, sinceramente, creo que eso nada tiene que ver con la canción:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_yellow

High yellow, occasionally simply yellow (dialect: yaller, yeller), is a term for persons classified as black who also have a high proportion of white ancestry.[1] It is a reference to the golden yellow skin tone of some mixed-race people. The term was in common use in the United States at the end of the 19th century and the early decades of the 20th century. It is often considered offensive.[2] It is reflected in such popular songs of the era as "The Yellow Rose of Texas".

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Púdrete en tu ignorancia pues, mexiquito p*ndejo..

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SELFRULED ES EL COBARDE DEL CONDADO

SELFRULED ES EL COBARDE DEL CONDADO


SELFRULED ES EL COBARDE DEL CONDADO

SELFRULED ES EL COBARDE DEL CONDADO

SELFRULED ES EL COBARDE DEL CONDADO

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Esa canción me recuerda un pasaje trágico de mi vida.

Ya pasaron muchos años, pero aún sigo pensando lo mismo: hay casos
en que sí se justifica la violencia atroz.

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Ajá, tu abuela, tu hermana a gatas y tu *** mama.

A hondear gatos por la cola, chuntaro insolente de mi*rda.

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Corre y ve, chuntaro insolente de mi*rda y ve a ponerte al tú por tú con los macuarros de tu clase.

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Pobrecito de ti.....


Por lo visto no sabes de leyes..espero que si tratas de arreglar tus papeles esto no te vaya a perjudicar....

Pero tu pides a gritos que se te eduque,

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Mientras mas tiempo expongas el insulto mas severo es el castigo....


Y esta es mi ultima peticion a que lo quites...

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Lo que hizo. Mi comentario va dirigido a que aveces no queremos ver a travès de las experiencias de otras personas. Aprendemos cuando ya metimos la pata y entonces decimos la tan trillada frase " que razòn tenìas papà / mamà .

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