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Mr. Shorty
(专辑: The Drifter - 1966)
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 needing 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 looking for trouble From the
way that he came stomping 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 looking 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 packing 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 waiting 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 drinking 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.
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