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

It was long in the evening when he rode into our camp
On a old brown pony he called Shaw
In his shoes and coveralls a harder lookin' kid
You never in your 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 loosely behind
And a canteen from the 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 up old Shaw one night and lit a shuck 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 and kinda put him on
And we knew he liked our little somehow

Well, he taught him how to herd the horses, to know '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 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 called the extra
'Cause it took all to hold the cattle in

Now Little Joe the 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

Between the streaks of lightnin' we could see a horse
It was Joe the Wrangler in the lead
He was old Blue Rocket with a slicker o'er his head
He was trying to the leaders in their speed

We finally got 'em millin' and they sort of quieted
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 him there at sun up where old Blue Rocket fell
In a washout some feet below
Beneath his horse smashed to a pulp, his spur had the knell
For our Texas stray boy Wrangler Joe

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