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Little Joe The Wrangler
Lyricist:Chris Lee Le Doux
Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll wrangle never more His days with the remuda, they're all done It was long about last April, he rode into our camp Just a little Texas stray and all alone
It was long late in the evening when he rode into our camp On a little old brown pony he called Shaw In his Brogan shoes and coveralls a harder lookin' kid You never in your life have seen before
His saddle was a southern kack built many years ago An OK spur on one foot idly hung With his bed roll in a cotton sack, was loosely tied behind And a canteen from the saddle horn he'd slung
Said he had to leave his home because his pa had married twice His new ma beat him every day or two So he saddled up old Shaw one night and lit a shuck this way Thought he'd try and paddle now his own canoe
Said he'd try to do the best he could if we'd only give him work Though he didn't know straight up about a cow So the boss he cut him out a mount and kinda put him on And we knew he liked our little stray somehow
Well, he taught him how to herd the horses, learned to know 'em all And to get 'em in by daylight if he could And to follow the chuck wagon and to always hitch the team And to help the carsonaro rustle wood
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We had driven to red river and the weather it was fine We were camped down on the south side in a bend When a norther started blowin', we called the extra guard 'Cause it took all hands to hold the cattle in
Now Little Joe the Wrangler was called out with all the rest And barely had the kid got to the herd When the cattle they stampeded like a hailstorm, on they flew With all of us a ridin' for the lead
Between the streaks of lightnin' we could see a horse ahead It was Little Joe the Wrangler in the lead He was riding old Blue Rocket with a slicker o'er his head He was trying to check the leaders in their speed
We finally got 'em millin' and they sort of quieted down The extra guard back to the camp did go All but one of them was missing and we all knew at a glance T'was our little Texas stray boy Wrangler Joe
We found him there at sun up where old Blue Rocket fell In a washout some twenty feet below Beneath his horse smashed to a pulp, his spur had rung the knell For our little Texas stray boy Wrangler Joe
Now Little Joe the Wrangler, he'll wrangle never more His days with the remuda, they're all done It was long about last April he rode into our camp Just a little Texas stray and all alone
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