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

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

His saddle was a kack built many years ago
An OK spur on one idly hung
his bed roll in a cotton sack, was loosely tied behind
And a canteen from the saddle horn he'd

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

Said he'd try to do the best he could if only give him work
Though he know straight up about a cow
So the boss he cut him out a mount and put him on
And we knew he liked our stray somehow

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

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

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

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

We finally got 'em millin' and they sort of down
The extra guard to the camp did go
All but one of was missing and we all knew at a glance
our little Texas stray boy Wrangler Joe

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

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