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

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

His saddle was a southern kack many years ago
An OK on one foot 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 him every 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 best he could if we'd only give him
he didn't know straight up about a cow
So the boss he cut him out a and kinda put him on
And we knew he liked our stray somehow

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

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

the streaks of lightnin' we could see a horse ahead
It was Little Joe the Wrangler in the
He was riding old Blue Rocket with a o'er his head
He was trying to check the leaders in their

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

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

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