CAPO: 3RD FRET/KEY: F5 /PLAY: D5 D5 G5 Little Joe, The Wrangler, will wrangle nevermore D5 A5 His days with the roundup, they are o'er D5 G5 Was a year ago last April, when he rode into our camp D5 A5 D5 Just a little Texas stray and nothin' more. G5 Was late in the ev'nin', when he rode into our camp D5 A5 On a little Texas pony, he called Chaw D5 G5 With his brogan shoes and overalls, a tougher lookin' kid D5 A5 D5 You never in your life before, had saw. G5 D5 His saddle was a Texas 'kack' built many years ago A5 An O.K. spur on one foot, lightly swung D5 G5 With his pack rolled in a cotton sack, so loosely tied behind D5 A5 D5 And a canteen from his saddle horn, was slung. G5 He said he had to leave his home, his pa had married twice D5 A5 His new ma whipped him every day or two D5 G5 So he saddled up old Chaw one night and "lit a shuck" this way D5 A5 A5 He said he'd try to paddle his own can-oe. G5 D5 He'd said if we would give him work, he'd do the best he could A5 Tho' he didn't know straight up, about a cow D5 G5 So the Boss, he cut him out a mount and kindly put him on D5 A5 D5 He sorta liked this little kid, some-how. G5 He learned to wrangle horses and learned to know them all D5 A5 And get them in at daybreak, if he could D5 G5 And to trail the old chuck wagon and always hitch the team D5 A5 D5 And help the "cookie" ev'nin's - rustle wood. G5 D5 We had hardly reached the Pecos, the weather it was fine A5 We were camped down on the south side, in a draw D5 G5 When a 'Norther' commenced blowin' and we doubled up our guard D5 A5 D5 It took ev'ryone of us, to hold them in. G5 Little Joe, The Wrangler, was called out with the rest D5 A5 Scarcely had the little fellow reached the herd D5 G5 When the cattle, they stampeded, like a hail storm on, they fled D5 A5 D5 And ev'ryone was ridin' for the lead. G5 D5 A-mid the streaks of lightnin', there was one horse up ahead A5 He was tryin' to catch the leader in their speed D5 G5 It was Little Joe, The Wrangler, with a slicker o'er his head D5 A5 D5 He was ridin' old Blue Rocket in the lead. G5 At last, we got them millin' and kinda quieted down D5 A5 And the extra guards, back to the wagon, went D5 G5 But there was one a-missin', you could see it, at a glance D5 A5 D5 Was our little Texas stray, poor wrangler Joe. G5 D5 Next mornin', just at daybreak, we found where Rocket fell A5 Down in a washout, twenty feet be-low D5 G5 Be-neath his horse, his life was gone, his spur had rung its knell D5 A5 D5 Was our little Texas stray, poor wrangler Joe.