Little Joe the Wrangler chords

Marty Robbins

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