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Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll never more
His days the remuda, they're all done
It was long about last April, he rode into our
Just a little Texas stray and all

It was long late in the when he rode into our camp
On a little old brown pony he called
In his Brogan shoes and coveralls a lookin' kid
You never in your life have seen

His saddle was a southern kack built years ago
An OK spur on one idly hung
With his bed in a cotton sack, was loosely tied behind
And a canteen from the saddle horn slung

Said he had to leave his because his pa had married twice
His new ma beat him day or two
So he saddled up old Shaw one and lit a shuck this way
Thought he'd try and paddle now his own

Said he'd try to do the best he could if we'd give him work
Though he didn't know up about a cow
So the boss he cut him out a mount and put him on
And we knew he liked our little somehow

Well, he him how to herd the horses, learned to know 'em all
And to get 'em in by daylight if he
And to follow the chuck wagon and to always hitch the
And to help the carsonaro wood

We had driven to red river and the it was fine
We were camped down on the south in a bend
When a started blowin', we called the extra guard
'Cause it took all hands to the cattle in

Now Little Joe the Wrangler was out with all the rest
And had the kid got to the herd
When the they stampeded like a hailstorm, on they flew
all of us a ridin' for the lead

Between the of lightnin' we could see a horse ahead
It was Little Joe the in the lead
He was riding old Blue Rocket a slicker o'er his head
He was trying to check the in their speed

We finally got 'em millin' and sort of quieted down
The guard back to the camp did go
All but one of them was missing and we all knew at a
T'was our little stray boy Wrangler Joe

We found him at sun up where old Blue Rocket fell
In a washout some twenty below
Beneath his smashed to a pulp, his spur had rung the knell
For our Texas stray boy Wrangler Joe

Now Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll never more
His days with the remuda, they're all
It was about last April he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and all