Mr. Shorty

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 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