Date: 10/29/01; 8:28:46 PM
MR. SHORTY Recorded by Marty Robbins Words and music by Marty Robbins
[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 [Dm] ordered up one slug of [E7] gin Well, I could [Am] see that he wasn't a [Dm] large man I could [G] tell that he wasn't too [C] tall I [E7] judged him to be [Am] 'bout five-foot three And his [D] voice was a soft Texas [G] 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.