Marty Robbins - Little Joe The Wrangler lyrics

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Little Joe the Wrangler will wrangle nevermore<br />

His days with the roundup they are o'er<br />

Was a year ago last April when he rode into our camp<br />

Just a little Texas stray and nothing more.<br />

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Was late in the evening when he rode into our camp<br />

On the little Texas pony he called Chaw<br />

With his brogan shoes and overalls a tougher looking kid<br />

You never in your life before had saw.<br />

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His saddle was a Texas kack built many years ago<br />

An OK spur on one foot lightly swung<br />

With his packroll in a cotton sack so loosely tied behind<br />

And a canteen from his saddle horn was slung.<br />

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He said he had to leave his home his pa had married twice<br />

His new ma whipped him every day or two<br />

So he saddled up old Chaw one night and lit a shuck his way<br />

He said he'd try to paddle his own canoe.<br />

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He said if we would give him work he'd do the best he could<br />

Though he didn't know straight up about a cow<br />

So the boss he cut him out a mount and kindly put him on<br />

He sorta liked this little kid somehow.<br />

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He learned to wrangle horses and learned to know them all<br />

And get them in at daybreakk if he could<br />

And to trail the old chuck wagon and always hitch the team<br />

And help to cook each evening rustle wood.<br />

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We had hardly reached the Pecos, the weather it was fine<br />

We were camped down on the south side in a draw<br />

When a northern commenced blowing and we doubled up our guards<br />

It took every one of us to hold them in.<br />

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Little Joe the Wrangler was called out with the rest<br />

Scarcely had the little fellow reached the herd<br />

When the cattle they stampeded like a hailstorm on they fled<br />

And everyone was ridin' for the lead.<br />

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Amid the streaks of lightnin' there was one horse up ahead<br />

He was tryin' to check the leaders in their speed<br />

It was little Joe the Wrangler with a slicker o'er his head<br />

He was ridin' Old Blue Rocket in the lead.<br />

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At last we got them millin' and kinda quited down<br />

And the extra guards back to the wagon went<br />

But there was one a missin' we could see it at a glance<br />

Was our little Texas stray poor Wrangler Joe.<br />

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Next morning just at daybreak we found where Rocket fell<br />

Down in a washout twenty feet below<br />

Beneath his horse his life had gone his spung had run it's knell<br />

Was our little Texas stray poor Wrangler Joe...