Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Joe The Wrangler, artist - Chris Ledoux. Album song Old Cowboy Heroes, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Record label: Nashville Catalog
Song language: English
Little Joe The Wrangler |
Little Joe the wrangler he’ll wrangle never more |
His days with the remuda they’re all done |
It was long about last April he rode into our camp |
Just a little Texas stray and all alone |
It was long late in the evening when he rode into our camp |
On a little old brown pony he called Shaw |
In his brogan shoes and coveralls a harder lookin' kid |
You never in you life have seen before |
His saddle was a Sother kack built many years ago |
An OK spur on one foot idly hung |
With his bed roll in a cotton sack was loosely tied behind |
And a canteen from the saddle horn he’d slung |
Said he had to leave his home because his paw had married twice |
His new maw beat him every day or two |
So he saddled up old Shaw one night and lit a shuck this way |
Thought he’d try and paddle now his own canoe |
Said he’d try to do the best he could if we’d only give him work |
Though he didn’t know straight up about a cow |
So the boss he cut him out a mount and kinda put him on |
And we knew he liked our little stray somehow |
Well he taught him how to heard the horses and learned to know 'em all |
And to get 'em in by daylight if he could |
And to follow the chuck wagon and to always hitch the team |
And to help the carsonaro rustle wood |
We had driven to Red River and the weather it was fine |
We were camped down on the south side of the bend |
When a Norther started blowin' we called the extra guard |
Cause it took all hands to hold the cattle in |
Now little Joe the wrangler was called out like the rest |
Barely had the kid got to the heard |
When the cattle they stampeded like a hailstorm on they flew |
With all of us a ridin' for the lead |
Between the streaks of lightnin' we could see a horse ahead |
It was little Joe the wrangler in the lead |
He was riding old Blue Rocket with a slicker o’er his head |
And he’s trying to check the leaders in their speed |
We finally got’em millin' and they sort of quieted down |
The extra guard back to the camp did go |
But one of them was missing and we all knew at a glance |
Twas our little Texas strayboy wrangler Joe |
We found him there at sun up where old Blue Rocket fell |
In some washout twenty feet below |
Beneath his horse smashed to a pulphis spur had rung the knell |
For our little Texas stray bos wrangler Joe |
Little Joe the wrangler he’ll wrangle never more |
His days with the remuda they’re all done |
It was long about last April he rode into our camp |
Just a little Texas stray and all alone |