Oh,
Little Joe the Wrangler
will wrangle nevermore
His days with Remuda are o 'er
It was a year ago last April
that he rode into our herd
Just a little Texas stray and all alone
It was late in the evening
when he rode into our herd
On a little Texas pony he called Chaw
With his brogues and shoes and overalls,
a tougher -looking chap
You'd never in your life before had saw
He said he'd had to leave his home,
his ma had married twice
His new pa whipped him every day or two
So he saddled up old Chaw one night
and quietly rode away
And now he's tryin' to
paddle his own canoe
He said if we would give him work
he'd do the best he could
Although he didn't know
nothin' about a cow
So the bossy cut him out a mountain,
Kindly helped him on for he's sort of like
That Texas gray somehow.
We traveled up the Pecos,
the weather being fine,
We camped down by the
south side of the bend,
When a norther started blowing
we called the
For it takes all to hold those cattle in .
Our little Joe the Wrangler
was called out with the rest,
The lad had scarcely gotten to the herd.
When those cattle a -stampeded,
like a hailstorm on they fled,
And we all rode hail for leather
for the lead.
Amidst the flashes of the lightning,
a horseman we could see,
It was little Joe, the wrangler in the lead,
He was riding old Blue Rocket
with a slicker o 'er his head,
He was tryin' to check
those cattle in the lead.
At last we got them milling
and kindly settled down,
When the XP guards
back to the wagon rode,
But one was a -missing,
we saw it at a glance,
Was our little Texas Stray,
poor Angler Joe.
Next morning, just at daybreak,
we found where Rocket fell,
Down in the washout, twenty feet below.
Beneath the horse's body,
a line where he fell,
Was our little Texas Stray, poor Angler Joe.
Oh, little Joe the Wrangler
will wrangle nevermore
His days with Remuda are o 'er
Was a year ago last April
that he rode into our herd
Just a little Texas train all alone