Marty Robbins – Little Joe The Wrangler (Guitar)
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D G Little Joe, The Wrangler, will wrangle nevermore D A7 His days with the roundup, they are o'er D G Was a year ago last April, when he rode into our camp D A7 D Just a little Texas stray and nothin' more. G Was late in the ev'nin', when he rode into our camp D A7 On a little Texas pony, he called Chaw D G With his brogan shoes and overalls, a tougher lookin' kid D A7 D You never in your life before, had saw.
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G D His saddle was a Texas 'kack' built many years ago A7 An O.K. spur on one foot, lightly swung D G With his pack rolled in a cotton sack, so loosely tied behind D A7 D And a canteen from his saddle horn, was slung.
He said he had to leave his home, his (G) pa had married twice
D A7 His new ma whipped him every day or two D G So he saddled up old Chaw one night and "lit a shuck" this way D A7 D He said he'd try to paddle his own can- oe. G D He'd said if we would give him work, he'd do the best he could A7 Tho' he didn't know straight up, about a cow D G So the Boss, he cut him out a mount and kindly put him on D A7 D He sorta liked this little kid, some- how.
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G He learned to wrangle horses and learned to know them all D A7 And get them in at daybreak, if he could D G And to trail the old chuck wagon and always hitch the team D A7 D And help the "cookie" ev'nin's - rustle wood. G D We had hardly reached the Pecos, the weather it was fine A7 We were camped down on the south side, in a draw D G When a 'Norther' commenced blowin' and we doubled up our guard D A7 D It took ev'ryone of us, to hold them in.
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G Little Joe, The Wrangler, was called out with the rest D A7 Scarcely had the little fellow reached the herd D G When the cattle, they stampeded, like a hail storm on, they fled D A7 D And ev'ryone was ridin' for the lead. G D A- mid the streaks of lightnin', there was one horse up ahead A7 He was tryin' to catch the leader in their speed D G It was Little Joe, The Wrangler, with a slicker o'er his head D A7 D He was ridin' old Blue Rocket in the lead.
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G At last, we got them millin' and kinda quieted down D A7 And the extra guards, back to the wagon, went D G But there was one a-missin', you could see it, at a glance D A7 D Was our little Texas stray, poor wrangler Joe. G D Next mornin', just at daybreak, we found where Rocket fell A7 Down in a washout, twenty feet be- low D G Be- neath his horse, his life was gone, his spur had rung its knell D A7 D Was our little Texas stray, poor wrangler Joe.