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

It was long late in the evening when he rode our camp
On a little old brown pony he called
In his Brogan shoes and coveralls a lookin' kid
You in your life have seen before

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

he had to leave 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 this way
Thought he'd try and now his own canoe

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 mount and put him on
And we he liked our little stray somehow

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

We had to red river and the weather it was fine
We were camped down on the south side in a
When a norther started blowin', we the extra 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 stampeded like a hailstorm, on they flew
With all of us a ridin' for the

Between the streaks of we could see a horse ahead
It was Little Joe the Wrangler in the
He was riding old Blue Rocket 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 to the camp did go
All but one of them was and we all knew at a glance
our little Texas stray boy Wrangler Joe

We found him there at sun up where old Rocket fell
In a washout some twenty below
Beneath his horse smashed to a pulp, his had rung the knell
For our little Texas boy Wrangler Joe

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