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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 over
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 at daybreak 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 riding for the lead

Amid the streaks of lightning
There was one horse up ahead
He was trying to check the leaders in their speed
It was little Joe the Wrangler
With a slicker over his head
He was riding old Blue Rocket in the lead
At last we got them milling and kinda quited down
And the extra guards back to the wagon went
But there was one a missing
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 its knell
Was our little Texas stray poor Wrangler Joe