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

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

His was a southern 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 he'd slung

Said he had to his home 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
he'd try and paddle now his own canoe

Said he'd try to do the he could if we'd only give him work
Though he didn't know straight up 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 him how to herd the horses, learned 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 wood

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

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

Between the streaks of lightnin' we see a horse ahead
It was Little Joe the Wrangler in the
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 and they sort of quieted down
The extra guard to the camp did go
All but one of was missing and we all knew 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 twenty feet
Beneath his horse 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, all done
It was long about April he rode into our camp
Just a little stray and all alone