Marty Robbins - Little Joe the Wrangler guitar chord

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(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.