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

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

His saddle was a southern built many years ago
An OK spur on one idly hung
With his bed roll in a cotton sack, was loosely behind
And a canteen the saddle horn 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 one night and lit a shuck this way
Thought he'd try and paddle now his own

Said he'd try to do the best he could if we'd only him work
Though he didn't straight 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 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 and to always hitch the team
And to help the carsonaro wood

We had driven to red river and the weather it was
We camped down on the south side in a bend
a norther started blowin', we called the extra guard
'Cause it took all hands to the cattle in

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

Between the streaks of lightnin' we see a horse ahead
It was Little Joe the in the lead
He was riding old Rocket with a slicker o'er his head
He was to check the leaders in their speed

We got 'em millin' and they sort of quieted down
The extra back to the camp did go
All but one of them was 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 washout twenty feet below
Beneath his horse smashed to a pulp, his spur had rung the
For our little stray boy Wrangler Joe

Now Joe the Wrangler, he'll wrangle 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