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• Artiste: Marty Robbins
• Titre: Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me
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I can't forget the day that I was bornWas on a cold and frosty winter's morn'The doctor said I was a chubby chapBut when the nurse, she took me on her lapShe washed me all over I re-memberAnd after powder-puffin' me, you seeShe laid me in the cradle by the windowIn The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.When I began to crawl it was a sightI used to frighten mom from morn' til nightThere's no mistake I was a lttle curse'Cause when my daddy, he came home from workEvery night he would say; "Where's Little Sam got?"As down the kitchen, happy as could beThey used to find me scrapin' out the jam potIn The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.The first day that I wore my KnickerbocksI felt so funny after wearin' smocksI looked a little picture, they did sayBut when they let me out to run and playWell, I didn't like the britches I was wearin'And in the street I took 'em off, you seeI started walkin' home so bold and darin'In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.Last year when I was on my holidayUpon the briny ocean I did gazeThe water looked so nice I thought I'd goTo have a swim, but, in a minute, ohAll the girls along the beach at me were starin'And some were takin' pictures, I could seeWas a good thing for me that I was wearin'The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.