Little Joe The Wrangler-crd

Marty Robbins

 DG
  Little Joe, The Wrangler, will  wrangle nevermore
 DA7
His  days with the roundup, they are  o'er
 DG
Was a  year ago last April, when he  rode into our camp
 DA7D
Just a  little Texas  stray and nothin'  more.

 G
Was late in the ev'nin', when he  rode into our camp
 DA7
On a  little Texas pony, he called  Chaw
 DG
With his  brogan shoes and overalls, a  tougher lookin' kid
 DA7D
You  never in your  life before, had  saw.

 GD
His  saddle was a Texas 'kack' built  many years ago
 A7
An O.K. spur on one foot, lightly  swung
 DG
With his  pack rolled in a cotton sack, so  loosely tied behind
 DA7D
And a  canteen from his  saddle horn, was  slung.

 G
He said he had to leave his home, his  pa had married twice
 DA7
His  new ma whipped him every day or  two
 DG
So he  saddled up old Chaw one night and  "lit a shuck" this way
 DA7A7
He  said he'd try to  paddle his own can- oe.

 GD
He'd  said if we would give him work, he'd  do the best he could
 A7
Tho' he didn't know straight up, about a  cow
 DG
So the  Boss, he cut him out a mount and  kindly put him on
 DA7D
He  sorta liked this  little kid, some- how.

 G
He learned to wrangle horses and  learned to know them all
 DA7
And  get them in at daybreak, if he  could
 DG
And to  trail the old chuck wagon and  always hitch the team
 DA7D
And  help the "cookie"  ev'nin's - rustle  wood.

 GD
We had  hardly reached the Pecos, the  weather it was fine
 A7
We were camped down on the south side, in a  draw
 DG
When a  'Norther' commenced blowin' and we  doubled up our guard
 DA7D
It took  ev'ryone of  us, to hold them  in.

 G
Little Joe, The Wrangler, was  called out with the rest
 DA7
Scarcely  had the little fellow reached the  herd
 DG
When the  cattle, they stampeded, like a  hail storm on, they fled
 DA7D
And  ev'ryone was  ridin' for the  lead.

 GD
A- mid the streaks of lightnin', there was  one horse up ahead
 A7
He was tryin' to catch the leader in their  speed
 DG
It was  Little Joe, The Wrangler, with a  slicker o'er his head
 DA7D
He was  ridin' old Blue  Rocket in the  lead.

 G
At last, we got them millin' and  kinda quieted down
 DA7
And the  extra guards, back to the wagon,  went
 DG
But  there was one a-missin', you could  see it, at a glance
 DA7D
Was our  little Texas  stray, poor wrangler  Joe.

 GD
Next  mornin', just at daybreak, we  found where Rocket fell
 A7
Down in a washout, twenty feet be- low
 DG
Be- neath his horse, his life was gone, his  spur had rung its knell
 DA7D
Was our  little Texas  stray, poor wrangler  Joe.

SOURCE: Marty Robbins-More Gunfighter Ballads And Trail Songs/Columbia
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