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Dave Stamey - Mr. Shorty Lyrics

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  • They only knew he came in
  • Slowly he walked to the end of the bar
  • And he ordered up one slug of gin
  • I could see that he wasn't a large man
  • I could tell that he wasn't too tall
  • I judged him to be about five-foot three
  • And his voice was a soft Texas drawl
  • Said he was needin' some wages
  • Before he could ride for the west
  • Said he could do most all kind of work
  • Said he could ride with the best
  • There in his blue eyes was sadness
  • That comes from the need of a friend
  • And tho' he tried, he still couldn't hide
  • The loneliness there, deep within
  • Said he would work thru the winter
  • For thirty a month and his board
  • I started to say where he might land a job
  • When a fellow came in thru the door
  • And I could see he was lookin' for trouble
  • By the way that he came stompin' in
  • He told me to leave Shorty there by his self
  • Come down and wait on a man
  • The eyes of the little man narrowed
  • The smile disappeared from his face
  • Gone was the friendliness that I had seen
  • And a wild look of hate took its' place
  • But the big one continued to mock him
  • He told me that I'd better go
  • Find him a couple of glasses of milk
  • Then maybe Shorty would grow
  • 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
  • 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 Bad Forty-Four
  • It was plain he was ready and waitin'
  • He leaned a bit forward and said
  • When you call me Shorty, say Mister, 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 cussed once or twice in a whisper
  • And he said with a snarl on his lips
  • Nobody's Mister to me, little man!
  • And he grabbed for the gun on his hip
  • But the little man's hands was like lightning
  • The Bad Forty-Four was the same
  • The Forty-Four spoke and it sent lead and smoke
  • And seventeen inches of flame
  • For 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 thru his heart
  • The little man stood there a moment
  • Then holstered the Bad Forty-Four
  • 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 Forty-Four 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 someday, you can bet I would say
  • That it's me, Mr. Shorty, your friend

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