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============================ Marty Robbins - Mr. Shorty ============================ No capo [Intro] D Bm A D Bm A

^DNobody knew where he ^Bmcame from ^DThey only knew he came ^Bmin ^DSlowly he walked to the ^Bmend of the bar And he ^Emordered up one slug of ^F#gin

Well, I could ^Bmsee that he wasn't a ^Emlarge man I could ^Atell that he wasn't too ^Dtall I ^F#judged him to be '^Bmbout five-foot three And his ^Evoice was a soft Texas ^Adrawl

^DSaid he was needin' some ^Bmwages '^DFore he could ride for the ^Bmwest ^DSaid he could do most ^Bmall kind of work ^EmSaid he could ride with the ^F#best

^BmThere in his blue eyes was ^Emsadness That ^Acomes from the need of a ^Dfriend ^F#And tho' he tried, he ^Bmstill couldn't hide The ^Eloneliness there, deep with^Ain

^DSaid he would work thru the ^Bmwinter For ^Dthirty a month and his ^Bmboard I ^Dstarted to say where he ^Bmmight land a job When a ^Emfellow came in thru the ^F#door

And I could ^Bmtell he was lookin' for ^Emtrouble From the ^Away that he came stompin' ^Din He ^F#told me to leave Shorty ^Bmthere by himself ^ECome down and wait on a ^Aman

The ^Deyes of the little man ^Bmnarrowed The ^Dsmile disappeared from his ^Bmface ^DGone was the friendliness ^Bmthat I had seen And a ^Emwild look of hate took its' ^F#place

But the ^Bmbig one continued to ^Emmock him And he ^Atold me that I'd better ^Dgo ^F#Find him a couple of ^Bmglasses of milk And ^Ethen maybe Shorty would ^Agrow

When the ^Dlittle man spoke, there was ^Bmstillness He ^Dmade sure that everyone ^Bmheard ^DSlowly he stepped a^Bmway from the bar And I ^Emstill remember these ^F#words

"Oh! it's ^Bmplain that you're lookin' for ^Emtrouble ^ATrouble's what I try to ^Dshun If ^F#that's what you want, then ^Bmthat's what you'll get Cause ^Ecowboy, we're both packin' ^Aguns"

His ^Dhand was already po^Bmsitioned His ^Dfeet wide apart on the ^Bmfloor ^DI hadn't noticed but ^Bmthere on his hip Was a ^Emshort-barreled bat .4^F#4

It was ^Bmplain he was ready and ^Emwaitin' He ^Aleaned a bit forward and ^Dsaid "When ^F#you call me Shorty, say ^BmMister, my friend ^EMaybe you'd rather be ^Adead"

In the ^Droom was a terrible ^Bmsilence As the ^Dbig one stepped out on the ^Bmfloor ^DAll drinkin' stopped and the ^Bmtick of the clock Said ^Emdeath would wait ten seconds ^F#more

He ^Bmcursed once or twice in a ^Emwhisper And he ^Asaid with a snarl on his ^Dlips "^F#Nobody's Mister to ^Bmme, little man!" And he ^Egrabbed for the gun on his ^Ahip

But the ^Dlittle man's hand was like ^Bmlightning The ^Dbat .44 was the ^Bmsame The .^D44 spoke and it ^Bmsent lead and smoke And ^Emseventeen inches of ^F#flame

For the ^Bmbig one had never cleared ^Emleather ^ABeaten before he could ^Dstart A ^F#little round hole had ap^Bmpeared on his shirt The ^Ebullet went clear thru his ^Aheart

The ^Dlittle man stood there a ^Bmmoment Then ^Dholstered the bat .4^Bm4 "It's ^Dalways this way so ^BmI never stay" ^EmSlowly he walked out the ^F#door

^BmNobody knew where he ^Emcame from ^AThey won't forget he came ^Dby ^F#They won't forget how a .^Bm44 gun One ^Enight made the difference in ^Asize

As for ^Dme, I'll remember the ^Bmsadness ^DShown in the eyes of the ^Bmman If ^Dwe meet someday, you can ^Bmbet I would say That it's ^Eme, Mr. Shorty^N.C., your ^Afr^Gie^And

Marty Robbins - Mr shorty