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

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

His saddle was a southern kack built many ago
An OK spur on one foot idly
With his bed roll in a cotton sack, was tied behind
And a canteen the saddle horn he'd slung

Said he had to leave his home because his pa had married
His new ma beat him 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 give him
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 somehow

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

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

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

Between the streaks of lightnin' we could see a horse
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 millin' and they sort of down
The guard back to the camp did go
All but one of them was missing and we all knew at a
our little Texas stray boy Wrangler Joe

We found him there at sun up where old Blue Rocket
In a washout some feet below
Beneath his smashed 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 days with the remuda, all done
It was long about April he rode into our camp
a little Texas stray and all alone