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Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll wrangle never
His days with the remuda, 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 pony he called Shaw
In his Brogan shoes and coveralls a harder kid
You never in your life have seen

His saddle was a southern kack built years ago
An OK on one foot idly hung
With his bed roll in a cotton sack, was loosely tied
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 night and lit a shuck way
Thought try and paddle now his own canoe

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

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

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

Now Joe the Wrangler 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
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 with a slicker o'er his
He was to check the leaders in their speed

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

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

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