| There was a guy around 40, they called him Shorty
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| The kind of guy who rambled around
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| Until the fellows got together, decided whether
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| They should run Shorty out of town
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| Oh Shorty had to go, Let me tell you 'bout
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| Shorty had to go
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| 'Cos the fellows got together and decided it was better
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| And Shorty had to go All the guys called a meeting and took a vote.
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| That was all poor Shorty wrote,
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| They wanted satisfaction,
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| so they ran into action,
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| and ran poor Shorty outta town!
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| They took rag mops, clothes props, ash cans, dish pans,
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| and beat poor Shorty all over his head.
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| They ran him muddy,
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| 'til he was bloody,
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| I knew poor Shorty was almost dead.
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| They ran him down to the railroad track,
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| but he laughed out loud and said I’ll be back.
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| All the gals,
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| called on their pals,
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| to get enough dough to get Shorty back,
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| They had a rally,
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| out in the alley,
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| they took up dollars in a croker sack. |