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Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll wrangle more
His with the remuda, they're all done
It was long about last April, he rode into our
Just a little Texas and all alone

It was long late in the when he rode into our camp
On a old brown 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 many ago
An OK spur on one foot idly
With his bed in a cotton sack, was loosely tied behind
And a canteen from the saddle he'd slung

Said he had to leave his because 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
Thought try and paddle now his own canoe

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

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

We had driven to red and the weather it was fine
We were down on the south side in a bend
When a norther started blowin', we called the extra
'Cause it took all 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 they stampeded like a hailstorm, on they 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 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 knew at a
T'was our little Texas stray boy Joe

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

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