Little Joe the Wrangler Lyrics
Little Joe the Wrangler - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)
Little Joe the Wrangler
Will wrangle nevermore
His days with the roundup they are o'er
Was a year ago last April
When he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray
And nothing more
Was late in the evening
When he rode into our camp
On the little Texas pony he called Chaw
With his brogan shoes
And overalls a tougher looking kid
You never in your life before had saw
His saddle was a Texas kack
Built many years ago
An OK spur on one foot lightly swung
With his packroll in a cotton sack
So loosely tied behind
And a canteen from his saddle horn was slung
He said he had to leave his home
His pa had married twice
His new ma whipped him every day or two
So he saddled up old Chaw one night
And lit a shuck his way
He said he'd try to paddle his own canoe
He said if we would give him work
He'd do the best he could
Though 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 all
And get them in daybreakk if he could
And to trail the old chuck wagon
And always hitch the team
And help to cook each evening rustle wood
We had hardly reached the Pecos
The weather it was fine
We were camped down on the south side
In a draw
When a northern commenced blowing
And we doubled up our guards
It took every one of us to hold them in
Little Joe the Wrangler was called out
With the rest
Scarcely had the little 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 lightnin'
There was one horse up ahead
He was tryin' to check the leaders
In their speed
It was little Joe the Wrangler
With a slicker o'er his head
He was ridin' Old Blue Rocket in the lead
At last we got them millin'
And kinda quited down
And the extra guards back to the wagon went
But there was one a missin'
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 twenty feet below
Beneath his horse his life had gone
His spur had run it's knell
Was our little Texas stray poor Wrangler Joe