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Little Joe the wrangler Don Edwards
[C] Little Joe, The Wrangler, will (F) wrangle never more
His (C) days with the remuda, they're all (G7) o'er
Was a (C) year ago last April, when he (F) rode into our camp
Just a (C) little Texas (G7) stray and all (C) alone
Was late in the ev'nin', when he (F) rode up to our camp
On a (C) little Texas pony, he called (G7) Chaw
With his (C)brogan shoes and overalls, a (F) tougher lookin' kid
You (C) never in your (G7) life before, had (C) saw
1st Chorus;
His (F) saddle was a Texas 'kack' built (C) many years ago
An O.K. spur on one foot, lightly (G7) swung
With his (C)hot-roll in a cotton sack, and (F)loosely tied behind
And a (C) canteen from his (G7) saddle horn, was (C) slung
He said he had to leave his home, his pa had married twice
His new ma whipped him every day or two
So he saddled up old Chaw one night and "lit a shuck" this way
He said he'd try to paddle his own canoe
He said if we would give him work, he'd do the best he could
Tho' he didn't know straight up, about a cow
So the Boss, he cut him out a mount and kindly put him on
He sorta liked this little kid somehow
2nd chorus;
He learned to jingle horses and to know them one and all
And to get 'em in at daybreak, if he could
And to trail the old chuck wagon and always hitch the team
And help the "cookie" ev'nin's - rustle wood
We had hardly reached Red river, the weather it was fine
We were camped down on the south side, in a draw
When a 'Norther' commenced blowin' so we doubled up our guard
for it took all hands to hold the cattle in
Little Joe, The Wrangler, was called out with the all rest
and tho' the kid had scarcely reached the herd
When the cattle, they stampeded, like a hail storm on, they fled
And ev'ryone was ridin' for the lead
3rd chorus;
A-mid the streaks of lightnin', there was one horse up ahead
He was tryin' to check the leader in their speed
It was Little Joe, The Wrangler, with a slicker o'er his head
He was ridin' old Blue Rocket in the lead
When we finally got 'em millin' and kinda quieted down
And the extra guard back to the wagon rode
ah but there was one a-missin', we all knew it at a glance
Was our little Texas stray, poor wrangler Joe
Next mornin' just at daybreak, we found where Rocket fell
Down in a washout, twenty feet be-low
Be-neath his horse, mashed to a pulp, his spur had rung the knell
For our little Texas stray, poor wrangler Joe
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