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Mr. Shorty

Höfundur lags: Marty Robbins Flytjandi: Marty Robbins Sent inn af: Anonymous


[C]Nobody knew where he [Am]came from [C]they only knew he came [Am]in   
[C]Slowly he walked to the [Am]end of the bar and he [D7]ordered up a slug of [E7]gin   
[Am]Well I could see that he wasn't a [D7]large man
I could [G]tell that he wasn't too [C]tall
[E7]I judged him to be bout [C]five foot three
And [D7]his voice was a soft Texas [G]drawl

[C]Said he would work through the [Am]winter for [C]thirty a month and his [Am]board
[C]I started to say where he [Am]might land a job
[D7]When a fella came in through the [E7]door   
[Am]And I could tell he was a lookin' for [D7]trouble
By the [G]way that he came stompin' [C]in  
[E7]He told me to leave Shorty [C]there by himself [D7]come down and wait on a [G]man  

[C]When the little man spoke there was [Am]stillness
[C]He made sure that everyone [Am]heard
[C]Slowly he stepped [Am]away from the bar and I [D7]still remember these [E7]words
[Am]Oh it's plain that you're lookin' for [D7]trouble
[G]Trouble's what I try to [C]shun
[E7]If that's what you want then that's [C]what you'll get
Cause [D7]cowboy we're both packin' [G]guns

[C]His hand was already [Am]positioned his [C]feet wide apart on the [Am]floor
[C]I hadn't noticed but [Am]there on his hip was a [D7]short barreled Bat [E7]44   
[Am]It was plain he was ready and [D7]waitin' he [G]leaned a bit forward and [C]said
[E7]When you call me Shorty say [C]Mr. my friend [D7]maybe you'd rather be [G]dead

[C]In the room was a terrible [Am]silence as the [C]big one stepped out on the [Am]floor
[C]All drinkin' stopped and the [Am]tick of the clock
[D7]Said death would wait ten seconds [E7]more   
[Am]He cursed once or twice in a [D7]whisper and he [G]said with a snarl on his [C]lips
[E7]Nobody's Mr. to [C]me little man and he [D7]grabbed for the gun on his [G]hip  

[C]But the little man's hand [Am]was like lightnin' [C]the Bat 44 was the [Am]same   
[C]The 44 spoke and it [Am]sent lead and smoke [D7]seventeen inches of [E7]flame
[Am]Oh the big one had never [D7]cleared leather beaten [G]before he could [C]start
[E7]A little round hole had [C]appeared on his shirt
The [D7]bullet went clear through his [G]heart

[C]The little man stood there a [Am]moment then [C]holstered the Bat [Am]44   
[C]It's always this way [Am]so I never stay [D7]slowly he walked out the [E7]door   
[Am]Nobody knew where he [D7]came from [G]they won't forget he came [C]by  
[E7]They won't forget how a [C]44 gun one [D7]night made the difference in [G]size

[C]As for me I'll remember the [Am]sadness [C]shown in the eyes of the [Am]man   
[C]If we meet some day you can [Am]bet I would say
[D7]That it's me Mr. Shorty your [G]fri  [Am]-e-n   [G]d  

Nobody knew where he came from they only knew he came in
Slowly he walked to the end of the bar and he ordered up a slug of gin
Well I could see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be bout five foot three
And his voice was a soft Texas drawl

Said he would work through the winter for thirty a month and his board
I started to say where he might land a job
When a fella came in through the door
And I could tell he was a lookin' for trouble
By the way that he came stompin' in
He told me to leave Shorty there by himself come down and wait on a man

When the little man spoke there was stillness
He made sure that everyone heard
Slowly he stepped away from the bar and I still remember these words
Oh it's plain that you're lookin' for trouble
Trouble's what I try to shun
If that's what you want then that's what you'll get
Cause cowboy we're both packin' guns

His hand was already positioned his feet wide apart on the floor
I hadn't noticed but there on his hip was a short barreled Bat 44
It was plain he was ready and waitin' he leaned a bit forward and said
When you call me Shorty say Mr. my friend maybe you'd rather be dead

In the room was a terrible silence as the big one stepped out on the floor
All drinkin' stopped and the tick of the clock
Said death would wait ten seconds more
He cursed once or twice in a whisper and he said with a snarl on his lips
Nobody's Mr. to me little man and he grabbed for the gun on his hip

But the little man's hand was like lightnin' the Bat 44 was the same
The 44 spoke and it sent lead and smoke seventeen inches of flame
Oh the big one had never cleared leather beaten before he could start
A little round hole had appeared on his shirt
The bullet went clear through his heart

The little man stood there a moment then holstered the Bat 44
It's always this way so I never stay slowly he walked out the door
Nobody knew where he came from they won't forget he came by
They won't forget how a 44 gun one night made the difference in size

As for me I'll remember the sadness shown in the eyes of the man
If we meet some day you can bet I would say
That it's me Mr. Shorty your fri-e-nd

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