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Hank Snow - Little Britches Lyrics

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  • 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

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