Little Joe The Wrangler Lyrics - Marty Robbins

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 the 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 OK spur on one foot lightly swung 

With his packroll 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 his 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 

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 daybreakk if he could 

And to trail the old chuck wagon and always hitch the team 

And help to cook each evening 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 guards 

It took every one 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 hailstorm on they fled 

And everyone was ridin' for the lead 

Amid the streaks of lightnin' there was one horse up ahead 

He was tryin' to check the leaders 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 

At last we got them millin' and kinda quited down 

And the extra guards back to the wagon went 

But there was one a missin' we 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 had gone his spur had run its knell 

Was our little Texas stray poor Wrangler Joe