Songtexte Little Joe, the Wrangler - Marlene Dietrich

He was little Joe, the wrangler
He will wrangle nevermore
For his days with the roundup, they are o'er
(They are o'er)
'Twas a year ago last April
Then he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and nothing more
(And nothing more)

Little Joe
(Little Joe)
Little Joe
(Little Joe)
Oh, whatever become of him, I don't know
(She don't know)
Oh, he sure did like this likker
And it would have get his ticker
But the Sherriff got him quicker
Eeyohoo!

Little Joe
(Little Joe)
Little Joe
(Little Joe)
Oh, wherever his body lies, I don't know
(She don't know)
When the yellow moon was beamin'
He could wrangle like a demon
And y'ould always hear him screamin'
Eeyohoo!

Little Joe
(Little Joe)
Little Joe
(Little Joe)
Oh, whatever he's doing now, I don't know
(She don't know)
He had women by the dozens
And he swore they was his cousins
Till he met up with their husbands

Eeyohoo!
Eeyohoo!