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

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

His saddle was a southern kack built many ago
An OK spur on one foot hung
With his bed roll in a cotton sack, was loosely behind
And a canteen from the 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 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 if we'd only give him work
he didn't know straight up about a cow
So the he cut him out a mount and kinda put him on
And we knew he liked our stray somehow

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

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

Now Little Joe the was called 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 Joe the Wrangler in the lead
He was old Blue Rocket with a slicker o'er his head
He was trying to check the leaders in their

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

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

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