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Track: Mr. Shorty
Artist: Marty Robbins
Album: The Drifter

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Name: Marty Robbins
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American country singer and songwriter, successful as a recording artist, stage performer, actor, author, songwriter, and stock car racer. Robbins was born 26 September 1925 in Glendale, Arizona, USA and died 8 December 1982 in Nashville, Tennessee, USA. Born into poverty with his twin sister Mamie, he quit school in his teens and served in the United States Navy during 1943–1945. Robbins’ career started in 1947, and he soon had his own radio and television shows on KPHO in Phoenix. His big break came in 1951 when [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Jimmy_Dickens]Jimmy Dickens[/url] guested on his TV show. Dickens was so impressed that he encouraged his record company, Columbia, to give Robbins a contract. In 1953 Robbins joined the Grand Ole Opry and moved to Nashville, and in 1965 he started performing on the last segment of the Opry so he could race stock car at the Nashville Speedway. Among the more successful crossover artists during the 1950s and 1960s, Robbins was able to handle a wide variety of musical styles with his versatile baritone. He recorded country, western, rockabilly, Hawaiian music, gospel, and his specialty, which was pop ballads. Over the course of his career, Robbins had a total of 94 charting records, with 16 going to the #1 position. On October 11, 1982, Robbins was inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame, just seven weeks before he suffered a heart attack, on December 2. He died six days later at the age of 57. His children include country singer [a2118004].

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Release: Marty Robbins - Mr. Shorty / Tall Handsome Stranger
Year: 1966
Genres: Folk, World, & Country
Styles: Country

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Nobody knew where he came fromThey only knew he came inSlowly he walked to the end of the barAnd he ordered up one slug of gin.Well, I could see that he wasn't a large manI could tell that he wasn't too tallI judged him to be 'bout five-foot threeAnd his voice was a soft Texas drawl.Said he was needin' some wages'Fore he could ride for the westSaid he could do most all kind of workSaid he could ride with the best.There in his blue eyes was sadnessThat comes from the need of a friendAnd tho' he tried, he still couldn't hideThe loneliness there, deep within.Said he would work thru the winterFor thirty a month and his boardI started to say where he might land a jobWhen a fellow came in thru the door.And I could tell he was lookin' for trouble>From the way that he came stompin' inHe told me to leave Shorty there by himselfCome down and wait on a man.The eyes of the little man narrowedThe smile disappeared from his faceGone was the friendliness that I had seenAnd a wild look of hate took its' place.But the big one continued to mock himAnd he told me that I'd better goFind him a couple of glasses of milkThen maybe Shorty would grow.When the little man spoke, there was stillnessHe made sure that everyone heardSlowly he stepped away from the barAnd I still remember these words.Oh! it's plain that you're lookin' for troubleTrouble's what I try to shunIf that's what you want, then that's what you'll get'Cause cowboy, we're both packin' guns.His hand was already positionedFeet wide apart on the floorI hadn't noticed but there on his hipWas a short-barreled Bass Forty-Four.It was plain he was ready and waitin'He leaned a bit forward and saidWhen you call me Shorty, say Mister, my friendMaybe you'd rather be dead.In the room was a terrible silenceAs the big one stepped out on the floorAll drinkin' stopped and the tick of the clockSaid death would wait ten seconds more.He cussed once or twice in a whisperAnd he said with a snarl on his lipsNobody's Mister to me, little man!And he grabbed for the gun on his hips.But the little man's hands was like lightningThe Bass Forty-Four was the sameThe Forty-Four spoke and it sent lead and smokeAnd seventeen inches of flame.For the big one had never cleared leatherBeaten before he could startA little round hole had appeared on his shirtThe bullet went clear thru his heart.The little man stood there a momentThen holstered the Bass Forty-FourIt's always this way so I never staySlowly he walked out the door.Nobody knew where he came fromThey won't forget he came byThey won't forget how a Forty-Four gunOne night made the difference in size.As for me, I'll remember the sadnessShown in the eyes of the manIf we meet someday, you can bet I would sayThat it's me, Mr. Shorty, your friend.