Marty Robbins - The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me

I can't forget the day that I was born
Was on a cold and frosty winter's mornThe doctor said I was a chubby chap
But when the nurse, she took me on her lap
She washed me all over I remember
And after powder-puffin' me, you see
She laid me in the cradle by the window
In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.

When I began to crawl it was a sight
I used to frighten mom from morn' til night
There's no mistake I was a lttle curse
'Cause when my daddy, he came home from work
Every night he would say; "Where's Little Sam got?"
As down the kitchen, happy as could be
They used to find me scrapin' out the jam pot
In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.