Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Britches, artist - Hank Snow. Album song The Hank Snow Anthology - 50 Classics, Vol. 4, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 10.07.2014
Record label: Suburban Squire
Song language: English
Little Britches |
I don’t know much on religion and I ain’t never had no show |
But I’ve got a middlin' tight grip sir on the handful of things that I know |
I don’t pan out on the prophets good will and that sort of thing |
But I believe in God and the angels ever since one night last spring |
I come into town with some turnips and my little Gabe came along |
No four year old in this country could beat him for purty and strong |
Pert and chipper and sassy and always ready to swear and fight |
And I learned him to chaw tobaccy just to keep his teeth milk white |
The snow came down like a blanket as I passed by Taget’s store |
I went in for a jug of molasses and I left the team at the door |
But they scared at somethin' and started and I heard one little squeal |
And lickety split over the prairie went team Little Britches and all |
Yes lickety split over the prairie I was almost froze with skeer |
But we rousted up some torches and we searched from far and near |
At last we struck hosses and wagon snowed under a soft white mound |
Upsot dead beat but of little Gabe no hide nor hair could be found |
And here all hope soured on me of findin' my little Gabe |
So I just flopped down on my marrow bones and crotched deep in the snow and |
prayed |
By this time the torches was played out and me and Israel Par |
Went off with some wood to a sheep fold that he said was somewhere thar |
We found it at last in a little shed where they shut up the lambs at night |
We looked in and seen them huddled there so warm and sleepy and white |
And there sot Little Britches and chirped as pert as ever you see |
I wants a chaw of tobaccy and that’s what’s the matter of me |
How did he get there? |
Angels? |
He could never have walked in that storm |
They just scooped down and toted him to where it was safe and warm |
And I think that savin a little child and fodging him to his own |
Is a dern sight better business than loafin' around the throne |