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Little Joe The Wrangler

Song Author Howard Thorpe Performer: Marty Robbins Submitted by: Anonymous

[C]Little Joe the wrangler will [F]wrangle never[C]more
His days with the roundup they are [G7]o'er   
Was a [C]year ago last April when he [F]rode into our [C]camp
Just a little Texas [G7]stray and nothing [C]more

Was late in the evening when he [F]rode into our [C]camp
On a little Texas pony he called [G7]Chaw   
With his [C]brogan shoes and overalls a [F]tougher looking [C]kid  
You never in your [G7]life before had [C]saw  

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]pack rolled in a cotton sack so [F]loosely tied [C]behind
And a canteen from his [G7]saddle horn was [C]slung

He said he had to leave his home his [F]pa had married [C]twice
His new ma whipped him every day or [G7]two   
So he [C]saddled up old Chaw one night and [F]lit a shuck this [C]way  
He said he'd try to [G7]paddle his own [C]canoe

He'd [F]said if we would give him work he'd [C]do the best he could
Though he didn't know straight up about a [G7]cow   
So the [C]boss he cut him out a mount and [F]kindly put him [C]on  
He sorta liked this [G7]little kid some[C]how  

He learned to wrangle horses and [F]learned to know them [C]all  
And get them in at daybreak if he [G7]could
And to [C]trail the old chuck wagon and [F]always hitch the [C]team
And help the cookie [G7]evenings rustle w[C]ood  

We had [F]hardly reached the Pecos the [C]weather it was fine
We were camped down on the south side in a [G7]draw   
When a [C]northern commenced blowing and we [F]doubled up our [C]guard
It took everyone of [G7]us to hold them [C]in  

Little Joe the wrangler was [F]called out with the [C]rest
Scarcely had the little fellow reached the [G7]herd   
When the [C]cattle they stampeded like a [F]hail storm on they [C]fled
And everyone was [G7]riding for the [C]lead

A[F]mid the streaks of lightning there was [C]one horse up ahead
He was trying to catch the leaders in their [G7]speed
It was [C]Little Joe the wrangler with a [F]slicker o'er his [C]head
He was riding old Blue [G7]Rocket in the [C]lead

At last we got them milling and [F]kinda quieted [C]down
And the extra guards back to the wagon [G7]went   
But [C]there was one a-missing you could [F]see it at a [C]glance
Was our little Texas [G7]stray poor wrangler [C]Joe  

Next [F]morning just at daybreak we [C]found where Rocket fell
Down in a washout twenty feet [G7]below
Be[C]neath his horse his life was gone his [F]spur had rung its [C]knell
Was our little Texas [G7]stray poor wrangler [C]Joe  


Little Joe the wrangler will wrangle nevermore
His days with the roundup they are o'er
Was a year ago last April when he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and nothing more

Was late in the evening when he rode into our camp
On a little Texas pony he called Chaw
With his brogan shoes and overalls a tougher looking kid
You never in your life before had saw

His saddle was a Texas 'kack built many years ago
An O.K. spur on one foot lightly swung
With his pack rolled in a cotton sack so loosely tied behind
And a canteen from his saddle horn was 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'd said if we would give him work he'd do the best he could
Though 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

He learned to wrangle horses and learned to know them all
And get them in at daybreak if he could
And to trail the old chuck wagon and always hitch the team
And help the cookie evenings rustle wood

We had hardly reached the Pecos the weather it was fine
We were camped down on the south side in a draw
When a northern commenced blowing and we doubled up our guard
It took everyone of us to hold them in

Little Joe the wrangler was called out with the rest
Scarcely had the little fellow reached the herd
When the cattle they stampeded like a hail storm on they fled
And everyone was riding for the lead

Amid the streaks of lightning there was one horse up ahead
He was trying to catch the leaders in their speed
It was Little Joe the wrangler with a slicker o'er his head
He was riding old Blue Rocket in the lead

At last we got them milling and kinda quieted down
And the extra guards back to the wagon went
But there was one a-missing you could see it at a glance
Was our little Texas stray poor wrangler Joe

Next morning just at daybreak we found where Rocket fell
Down in a washout twenty feet below
Beneath his horse his life was gone his spur had rung its knell
Was our little Texas stray poor wrangler Joe

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