Tablature mr shorty - Marty Robbins

          



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  Date: Sun, 26 Oct 97 20:54:43 MST

  From: ah827@rgfn.epcc.Edu (Gene L. Graham)

  Subject: MR. SHORTY

  

  

  MR. SHORTY

  Recorded by Marty Robbins

  Words and music by Marty Robbins

  

  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 one 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 was needin' some wages

  'Fore 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 tell he was lookin' for trouble

  >From the way that he came stompin' in

  He told me to leave Shorty there by himself

  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

  And 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.

  

  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

  Feet wide apart on the floor

  I hadn't noticed but there on his hip

  Was a short-barreled Bass 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 hips.

  

  But the little man's hands was like lightning

  The Bass 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 Bass 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.

  

  SOURCE:  Marty Robbins - In The Wild West, Part 5

   


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