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

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

His saddle was a southern kack built years ago
An OK spur on one foot hung
With his bed roll in a cotton sack, was loosely tied
And a canteen from the saddle horn 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
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 little stray

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 chuck wagon and to always the team
And to help the rustle wood

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

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

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

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

We found him there at sun up old Blue Rocket fell
In a washout some feet 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 wrangle more
His days with the remuda, they're all
It was long about last April he into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and all