You Ain't Talkin' to Me
The Alferd Packer Memorial String Band| Original | Traduzione italiana della canzone originale di Charlie Poole... |
| YOU AIN'T TALKIN' TO ME I went up to a lady's house To bum a bite to eat She fed me on some pork and beans And pie, I called it sweet She says, "Now, Jim I sure did feed you good Will you walk out in my backyard And chop a stick of wood?" You ain't talkin' to me, No you ain't a-talkin' to me I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see You ain't talkin' to me No you ain't a-talkin' to me You fed me good but I can't cut wood And you ain't a-talkin' to me Now me and my wife has ups and downs All throughout married life One day she says to me, "Jim Let's stop these scars and strife" We went out upon the lake One evening just about dusk She says to me, "Let's drown ourselves No one will grieve for us" You ain't a-talkin' to me No you ain't talkin' to me I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see You ain't a-talkin' to me No you ain't a-talkin' to me When the lake goes dry it's time to die And you ain't talkin' to me Me and my buddy Jake Went huntin' on a sunny day. We run into a big ol' bear And he would not go away. Jake says to me "Now Jim, We'll need some help, it's clear. So I'll run back and get the boys, and you just keep him here." You ain't talkin' to me You ain't talkin' to me. I may be crazy, and all like that, But I got good sense you see. You ain't talkin' to me, No you ain't talkin' to me. You hold the gun, I'd rather run You ain't talkin' to me. I saw a sign in a window While walking up town one day "Join the Army, see the world." Is what it had to say. "You'll see exciting places With a jolly crew You'll meet interesting people And learn to kill them, too." Oh you ain't talkin' to me. You ain't talking to me. I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see. You ain't talkin' to me. You ain't talking to me. Killin' with a gun Don't sound like fun, You ain't talkin to me. I heard the neutron bomb is so uniquely styled Built to spare the cradle, while it slays the child Now if you should ask me, I'd say that's mighty queer To build great big bombs like that, and kill folks far and near [1] You ain't talkin' to me, You ain't talkin; to me. I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see. You ain't talkin' to me, No, you ain't talkin' to me They build them nukes And they call us kooks? You ain't talkin' to me. I heard that a general Had died and gone to rest. He met St. Peter at the Pearly Gates And asked if he'd stood the test. "I prayed for the troops That they'd not go astray." St. Peter looked at him both long and hard And here's what he had to say: Oh you ain't talkin' to me. You ain't talking to me. I may be crazy and all like that But I got good sense, you see. You ain't talkin' to me. You ain't talking to me. I'll tell you again, War's a sin. You ain't talkin' to me. | EHI MA CHE DICI A ME? Andai a casa da una signora Per scroccare un po' da mangiare, Mi dette un po' di maiale con piselli, E un po' di torta, la chiamai dolcezza, E lei dice, “Ora beh, Bill, Visto che ti ho ben nutrito, Che mi ci vai fuori in giardino A tagliarmi un po' di legna?...” Ehi ma che dici a me, Ehi ma che dici a me....? Sarò pazzo e roba del genere Ma, vedi, ho un po' di buonsenso. Ehi ma che dici a me, Ehi ma che dici a me...? Mi hai ben nutrito ma la legna non la taglio, No, ma che dici a me...? Beh, io e mia moglie ci s'ha avuto alti e bassi Per tutto quanto il matrimonio, Un giorno mi ha detto, “Bill, Finiamola con tutti 'sti battibecchi.” Siamo andati in riva al lago Una sera che già faceva buio, Lei disse, “Ora affoghiamoci, Nessuno piangerà per noi.” Ehi, ma che dici a me, Ehi, ma che dici a me...? Sarò pazzo e roba del genere Ma, vedi, ho un po' di buonsenso. Ehi ma che dici a me, Ehi ma che dici a me...? Quando il lago va in secca, s'avrà a morire allora, No, ma che dici a me...? |
I hear they built a bomb
so uniquely styled
Built to spare the cradle,
while it slays the child.
Now if you should ask me,
I'd say that's mighty strange
Killin' all the folks far and near,
but spare their home on the range.
You ain't talkin' to me
You ain't talkin' to me.
I may be crazy and all like that
But I got good sense you see.
You ain't talkin' to me,
No you ain't talkin' to me.
They built that nuke,
And they call me a kook?
You ain't talkin' to me.
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