Lyrics Little Joe The Wrangler (Surly Joe) - Tim Blake Nelson

Surly Joe, the gambler
He will gamble nevermore
His days of stud and hold 'em, they are done

It was long about last April
He stepped into this saloon
But he never really took to anyone

Surly Joe (Surly Joe), surly Joe (Surly Joe)
Oh, wherever he's gambling now, I don't know (we don't know)
He was slick, but I was slicker, he drew quick, but I was quicker
And the table stopped his ticker Surly Joe, yee-haw!

Surly Joe (Surly Joe), Surly Joe (Surly Joe)
Won't be missed by anyone will Surly Joe (Surly Joe)
Humankind he frowned upon, But not now, his face is gone
Guess your frowning days are done oh, Surly Joe (yee-haw!)

Surly Joe (Surly Joe), Surly Joe (Surly Joe)
A cedilla on the C of Curly Joe (Surly Joe!)
He was mean in days of yore, now they're mopping up the floor
One more sight to make him sore, oh, Surly Joe (yee-haw!)

Surly Joe (Surly Joe), Surly Joe (Surly Joe)
Where the rest of his face has got to, we don't know (we don't know)
He was never any fun, now his grumpy race has run
Kisser blown to kingdom come, oh, Surly Joe (yee-haw!)