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

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

His was a southern kack built many years ago
An OK spur on one foot hung
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 beat him 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 give him work
Though he didn't know 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, learned to 'em all
And to get 'em in by if he could
And to follow the chuck and to always hitch the team
And to help the carsonaro wood

We had to red river and the weather it was fine
We were camped down on the south side in a
a norther started blowin', we called the extra guard
'Cause it took all hands to the cattle in

Now Joe the Wrangler was called out with all the rest
And had the kid got to the herd
When the cattle they like a hailstorm, on they 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 riding old Blue Rocket with a o'er his head
He was trying to check the leaders in their

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

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

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