《Mister Shorty》歌词

[00:00:00] Mister Shorty - Marty Robbins

[00:00:00] Written by：Irish Traditional/Victor Young

[00:00:08] Nobody knew where he came from

[00:00:12] They only knew he came in

[00:00:15] Slowly he walked to the end of the bar

[00:00:18] And he ordered up one slug of gin

[00:00:22] Well I could see that he wasn't a large man

[00:00:26] I could tell that he wasn't too tall

[00:00:30] I judged him to be 'bout 5 foot 3

[00:00:34] And his voice was a soft Texas drawl

[00:00:38] Said he was needin' some wages

[00:00:41] 'Fore he could ride for the west

[00:00:45] Said he could do most all kind of work

[00:00:49] Said he could ride with the best

[00:00:53] There in his blue eyes was sadness

[00:00:56] That comes from the need of a friend

[00:01:00] And though he tried he still couldn't hide

[00:01:04] The loneliness there deep within

[00:01:07] Said he would work through the winter

[00:01:11] For 30 a month and his board

[00:01:15] I started to say where he might land a job

[00:01:18] When a fella came in through the door

[00:01:22] And I could tell he was looking for trouble

[00:01:26] By the way that he came stompin' in

[00:01:30] He told me to leave shorty there by himself

[00:01:34] Come down and wait on a man

[00:01:37] The eyes of the little man narrowed

[00:01:41] The smile disappeared from his face

[00:01:44] Gone was the friendliness that I had seen

[00:01:47] And a wild look of hate took it's place

[00:01:52] But the big one continued to mock him

[00:01:55] And he told me that I'd better go

[00:01:59] Find him a couple of glasses of milk

[00:02:03] Then maybe shorty would grow

[00:02:06] When the little man spoke there was stillness

[00:02:10] He made sure that everyone heard

[00:02:14] Slowly he stepped away from the bar

[00:02:17] And I still remember these words

[00:02:21] Oh it's plain that you're looking for trouble

[00:02:25] Trouble's what I try to shun

[00:02:28] If that's what you want then that's what you'll get

[00:02:32] 'Cause cowboy we're both packin' guns

[00:02:36] His hand was already positioned

[00:02:40] His feet wide apart on the floor

[00:02:43] I hadn't noticed but there on his hip

[00:02:47] Was a short barreled bad 44

[00:02:50] It was plain he was ready and waiting

[00:02:54] He leaned a bit forward and said

[00:02:58] When you call me shorty say mister my friend

[00:03:02] Maybe you'd rather be dead

[00:03:05] In the room was a terrible silence

[00:03:09] As the big one stepped out on the floor

[00:03:13] All drinking stopped and the tick of the clock

[00:03:16] Said death would wait ten seconds more

[00:03:20] He cursed once or twice in a whisper

[00:03:23] And he said with a snarl on his lips

[00:03:28] Nobody's mister to me little man

[00:03:31] And he grabbed for the gun on his hip

[00:03:34] But the little man's hand was like lightenin'

[00:03:38] The bad 44 was the same

[00:03:42] The 44 spoke and he sent lead and smoke

[00:03:46] 17 inches of flame

[00:03:49] For the big one had never cleared leather

[00:03:53] Beaten before he could start

[00:03:57] A little round hole had appeared on his shirt

[00:04:00] The bullet went clear through his heart

[00:04:04] The little man stood there a moment

[00:04:07] Then holstered the bad 44

[00:04:11] It's always this way so I never stay

[00:04:15] Slowly he walked out the door

[00:04:19] Nobody knew where he came from

[00:04:22] They won't forget he came by

[00:04:26] They won't forget how a 44 gun

[00:04:29] One night made the difference in size

[00:04:33] As for me I'll remember the sadness

[00:04:37] Shown in the eyes of the man

[00:04:40] If we meet someday you can bet I will say that

[00:04:44] It's me mister shorty your friend