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

It was long in the evening 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 have seen before

His saddle was a southern kack built many ago
An OK spur on one idly 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 home because his pa had twice
His new ma beat him 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 only give him work
Though he didn't know up about a cow
So the he cut him out a mount and kinda put him on
And we knew he liked our little 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 wagon and to always hitch the team
And to the carsonaro rustle wood

We had driven to red river and the it was fine
We were camped on the south side in a bend
When a norther started blowin', we called the guard
'Cause it took all hands to hold the 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 a hailstorm, on they flew
With all of us a for the lead

the streaks of lightnin' we could see a horse ahead
It was Joe the Wrangler in the lead
He was riding old 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 extra guard back to the did go
All but one of was missing and we all knew at a glance
T'was our little stray boy Wrangler Joe

We him there at sun up where old Blue Rocket fell
In a washout some twenty feet
Beneath his horse to a pulp, his spur had rung the knell
For our Texas stray boy Wrangler Joe

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