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Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll never more
His days with the remuda, all done
It was long about April, he rode into 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 pony he called Shaw
In his Brogan shoes and a harder lookin' kid
You never in your life seen before

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

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

Said he'd try to do the best he could if we'd only him work
he didn't 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 if he could
And to follow the chuck wagon and to always hitch the
And to help the carsonaro wood

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

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

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

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

We found him there at sun up where old Blue Rocket
In a washout some feet 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 wrangle never
His days with the remuda, they're all
It was long about April he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and all