Don Edwards - Little Joe, The Wrangler (1992) | Текст песни

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• Don Edwards
• Little Joe, The Wrangler (1992)

Little Joe the wrangler will wrangle never more
His days with the remuda they're all done
Long about last April that he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and all alone

'Twas long late in the evenin' when he rode into our camp
On a little old brown pony he called Shaw
With his brogan shoes and coveralls a harder lookin' kid
You never in your life had seen before

His saddle was a southern kack built many years ago
And an OK spur on one foot idly hung
His hot roll in a cotton sack was loosely tied behind
And a canteen from the saddle horn he'd slung

Said he'd had to leave his home because his Pa had married twice
And his new Ma 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 and 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 then kinder put him on
Then we knew he liked our little stray somehow

He taught him how to herd the horses 'n learned to know 'em all
And to round 'em up by daylight if he could
Then to follow the chuck wagon and to always hitch the team
And to help the cocinaro rustle wood

We'd driven to Red River and the weather it was fine
We had camped down on the south side in a bend
When a Norther started blowin' and we called the extra guards
'Cause it took all hands to hold the cattle in

Now little Joe the wrangler was called out with all the rest
And barely had the kid got to the herd
When the cattle they stampeded like a hail storm long they flew
With all of us a-ridin' for the lead

'Tween the streaks of lightnin' we could see a horse ahead
'Twas little Joe the wrangler in the lead
He was ridin' ol' Blue Rocket with his slicker o'er his head
An' he's tryin' to check the leaders in their speed

We finally got 'em millin' and they sorta quieted down
And the extra guard back to the camp did go
But one of them was missin' and we all knew at a glance
'Twas our little Texas stray poor wrangler Joe

Found 'im there at sunup where ol' Blue Rocket fell
In a washout some twenty feet below
Beneath his horse smashed to a pulp his spurs had rung the knell
For our little Texas stray poor wrangler Joe

Now little Joe the wrangler will wrangle never more
His days with the remuda they're all done

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Long about last April when he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and all alone.