Lirik Lagu Little Joe The Wrangler - Cisco Houston
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He was little Joe, the wrangler,He'll wrangle nevermoreHis days with the remuda, they are o'erWas a year ago last AprilThat he rode into our campJust a little Texas stray and all alone
His saddle was a Texas kak,Made many years agoWith an OK spur on one foot lightly slungHis bedroll in the cotton sackWas loosely tied behindAnd his canteen o'er his saddle horn was hung
He said if we would give him workHe'd do the best he couldThough he didn't know straightup about a cowSo the boss he cut him out a mountAnd he kindly put him on'Cause he sort o' liked this little kid somehow
He learned to wrangle horses,And know 'em all by nameAnd get them in by daybreak, if he couldTo follow the chuckwagonAnd always hitch the teamAnd help the Cocinero rustle wood
Well, we'd driven down the Pecos,The weather being fineWe camped on the south side in a bendWhen a norther started blowin,And we called out every manFor it'd taken all us hands to hold 'em in
Well, Little Joe, the wrangler,Was called out with the restAlthough the kid had scarcely reached the herdWhen the cattle they stampeded,Like a hailstorm 'long they fledAnd we was all a' ridin for the lead
Amid'st the streaks of lightinWe could see a horse aheadT'was little Joe, the wrangler, in the leadHe was ridin old Blue RocketWith a slicker o'er his headA tryin to check the cattle in their speed
At last we got them millin'And kind'a quieted downAnd the extra guard back to the wagon wentBut one o' them was missin',And we knew it at a glanceWas our little Texas stray, poor wrangling Joe
Next mornin', just at daybreak,We found where Rocket fellIn a washout twenty feet belowAnd beneath his horse, smashed to a pulp,His spur had rung the knellWas a little Tex
His saddle was a Texas kak,Made many years agoWith an OK spur on one foot lightly slungHis bedroll in the cotton sackWas loosely tied behindAnd his canteen o'er his saddle horn was hung
He said if we would give him workHe'd do the best he couldThough he didn't know straightup about a cowSo the boss he cut him out a mountAnd he kindly put him on'Cause he sort o' liked this little kid somehow
He learned to wrangle horses,And know 'em all by nameAnd get them in by daybreak, if he couldTo follow the chuckwagonAnd always hitch the teamAnd help the Cocinero rustle wood
Well, we'd driven down the Pecos,The weather being fineWe camped on the south side in a bendWhen a norther started blowin,And we called out every manFor it'd taken all us hands to hold 'em in
Well, Little Joe, the wrangler,Was called out with the restAlthough the kid had scarcely reached the herdWhen the cattle they stampeded,Like a hailstorm 'long they fledAnd we was all a' ridin for the lead
Amid'st the streaks of lightinWe could see a horse aheadT'was little Joe, the wrangler, in the leadHe was ridin old Blue RocketWith a slicker o'er his headA tryin to check the cattle in their speed
At last we got them millin'And kind'a quieted downAnd the extra guard back to the wagon wentBut one o' them was missin',And we knew it at a glanceWas our little Texas stray, poor wrangling Joe
Next mornin', just at daybreak,We found where Rocket fellIn a washout twenty feet belowAnd beneath his horse, smashed to a pulp,His spur had rung the knellWas a little Tex
