Redux Little Joe

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Little Joe the wrangler will wrangle never more

His days with the remade they are oe’r

Was a year ago last April that he rode into our camp

Just a little Texas stray and all alone

Was late in the evening when he rode into our camp

On a little Texas pony he called Chaw

With his brokenn shoes and overalls a tougher looking kid

You never in your life had ever saw

His saddle was a southern kak built many years ago

An OK spur on one foot lightly hung

With his backrolll in a cotton sack so loosely tied behind

A canteen from his saddle horn was slung

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Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe

He said he had to leave his home his paw had married twice

His new ma beat him every day or two

So he saddled up ole Chaw one night and lit a shuck this way

Said he’d try to paddle his own canoe

He said if we’d give him work he’d do the best he could

But 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 well

And get them in at daybreak if he could

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

And help the cocinero rustle wood

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Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe

We hardly reached the Pecos the weather it was fine

We were camped out on the Southside in a draw

When a northern took a blown we doubled up our guard

Took everyone of us to hold them in

Little Joe the wrangler was called out with the rest

Scarcely had the 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 lightning there was one horse up ahead

It was Little Joe the wrangler in the lead

He was riding ole Blue Rocket with a slicker o’er his head

Tryin to check the leaders in their speed

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Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe

At last we got them millin and kinda quieted down

And the extra guards back to the wagon went

But there was one a missing’ 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 tweet feet below

Laying smashed up beneath his horse

His spur had rung its knell

Our little Texas stray, poor wrangler Joe

Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe, Little Joe

Poor wrangler Joe, Poor little wrangler Joe