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 5 foot 3
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 though he tried he still couldn't hide
The loneliness there deep within
Said he would work through the Winter
For 30 a month and his board
I started to say where he might land a job
When a fella came in through the door
And I could tell he was lookin' for trouble
By 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 it's 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
His feet wide apart on the floor
I hadn't noticed but there on his hip
Was a short-barreled bad.44
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 cursed 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 hand was like lightenin'
The bad.44 was the same
The.44 spoke and he sent lead and smoke
17 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 through his heart
The little man stood there a moment
Then holstered the bad.44
"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.44 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 will say that
"It's me, Mister Shorty, your friend."
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