Hank Snow - The Runt lyrics

Rough him up and shove him down Make him cry when he comes 'round Treat him any way you want After all he's just runt, just a little runt Runt is what they called him But his name was Buddy Grey He lived out on Maple Street 'Bout a mile away Hand-me-downs were all he wore Poverty and nothing more Always someone laying for – the runt They'd catch him in the school yard When he came out to play Then get him in a circle Where he couldn't get away They'd shove him here And they'd shove him there If he fell down, nobody cared Just anything to keep him scared - the runt Then one day walking home from school The teasing went just too far They chased the runt out in the street Nobody saw the car They only heard that awful sound They saw the broken body on the ground Then everybody gathered around - the runt They buried him on Sunday His cla**mates all were there And the tears filled each and every eye When runt's mother said a prayer Lord, even though you've taken him I think I understand He's finished the job you've sent him for And done it like you planned If you made all people to look the same It just wouldn't be right I guess So you put a few now and then, like my little runt To bring others' happiness His shortness makes others feel tall His weakness makes others feel strong His features make others feel pretty and handsome And his sadness brings others a song So rough him up and shove him down Make him cry when he comes 'round Treat him any way you want But thank God for the runt Yes, thank you God for my little runt