RD FRET/KEY: F/PLAY: D (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.