Lyrics Little Joe the Wrangler - 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
spung
had
run
its
knell
Was
our
little
Texas
stray
poor
Wrangler
Joe
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