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Little Joe the wrangler will wrangle nevermore
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His days with the roundup they are o’er
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Was a year ago last April when he rode into our camp
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Just a little Texas stray and nothing more
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Was late in the evening when he rode into our camp
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On a little Texas pony he called Chaw
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With his brogan shoes and overalls a tougher looking kid
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You never in your life before had saw
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His saddle was a Texas ‘kack built many years ago
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An O.K. spur on one foot lightly swung
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With his pack rolled in a cotton sack so loosely tied behind
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And a canteen from his saddle horn was slung
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He said he had to leave his home his pa had married twice
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His new ma whipped him every day or two
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So he saddled up old Chaw one night and lit a shuck this way
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He said he’d try to paddle his own canoe
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He’d said if we would give him work he’d do the best he could
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Though he didn’t know straight up about a cow
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So the boss he cut him out a mount and kindly put him on
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He sorta liked this little kid somehow
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He learned to wrangle horses and learned to know them all
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And get them in at daybreak if he could
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And to trail the old chuck wagon and always hitch the team
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And help the cookie evenings rustle wood
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We had hardly reached the Pecos the weather it was fine
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We were camped down on the south side in a draw
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When a northern commenced blowing and we doubled up our guard
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It took everyone of us to hold them in
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Little Joe the wrangler was called out with the rest
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Scarcely had the little fellow reached the herd
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When the cattle they stampeded like a hail storm on they fled
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And everyone was riding for the lead
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Amid the streaks of lightning there was one horse up ahead
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He was trying to catch the leaders in their speed
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It was Little Joe the wrangler with a slicker o’er his head
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He was riding old Blue Rocket in the lead
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At last we got them milling and kinda quieted down
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And the extra guards back to the wagon went
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But there was one a-missing you could see it at a glance
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Was our little Texas stray poor wrangler Joe
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Next morning just at daybreak we found where Rocket fell
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Down in a washout twenty feet below
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Beneath his horse his life was gone his spur had rung its knell
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Was our little Texas stray poor wrangler Joe