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Little Joe the Wrangler, wrangle never more
His days with the remuda, all done
It was long about April, he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas and all alone

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

His saddle was a southern kack built many ago
An OK spur on one idly hung
With his bed roll in a cotton sack, was loosely behind
And a from the saddle horn he'd 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 one night and lit a shuck this way
Thought he'd try and now his own canoe

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

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

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

Now Little Joe the was called out with all the rest
And barely had the kid got to the
When the cattle they stampeded like a hailstorm, on flew
With all of us a for the lead

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

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

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

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