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Poem Number 795
SHORTY


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There was a cold look in the big mans eye
a.44 colt slung low on his narrow hip
There was no doubt that someone would die
his hand opened and closed in anticipation

The other man was small about five foot two
he wore a Texas rolled silver Concho hat
for the first time I saw the pistol at his side.
a glass of milk on the table where he sat.

Hey, Shorty! Drink that, it will make you grow.
Mister no man has called me shorty and lived.
Apologize, and I will forget about it and let it go.
I never said I was sorry and I ain’t a gonna now.

The big mans hand flew like lighting to his gun
but a small red stain formed on his broad chest.
With a look of surprise he fell to the bar room floor.
Why is there always someone trying to prove their best?

This tale I tell you is one that’s true, of this I swear
It happened down in Houston town in 1845
It is the story of a wrangler they called Texas Red.
ain’t no man ever called him shorty and stayed alive.

---RJ

Texas Red was a real person, he was an outlaw and was killed by a ranger, but it was a Texas Ranger named Lone wolf Gongolas during a riot in El Paso in 1847

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There was a cold look in the big mans eye
a.44 colt slung low on his narrow hip
There was no doubt that someone would die
his hand opened and closed in anticipation

The other man was small about five foot two
he wore a Texas rolled silver Concho hat
for the first time I saw the pistol at his side.
a glass of milk on the table where he sat.

Hey, Shorty! Drink that, it will make you grow.
Mister no man has called me shorty and lived.
Apologize, and I will forget about it and let it go.
I never said I was sorry and I ain’t a gonna now.

The big mans hand flew like lighting to his gun
but a small red stain formed on his broad chest.
With a look of surprise he fell to the bar room floor.
Why is there always someone trying to prove their best?

This tale I tell you is one that’s true, of this I swear
It happened down in Houston town in 1845
It is the story of a wrangler they called Texas Red.
ain’t no man ever called him shorty and stayed alive.

---RJ

Texas Red was a real person, he was an outlaw and was killed by a ranger, but it was a Texas Ranger named Lone wolf Gongolas during a riot in El Paso in 1847

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