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Little Joe The Wrangler

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Martin David Robinson (September 26, 1925 – December 8, 1982), known professionally as Marty Robbins, was an American singer, songwriter, actor, multi-instrumentalist, and NASCAR racing driver. Robbins was one of the most popular and successful country and western singers for most of his nearly four-decade career, which spanned from the late 1940s to the early 1980s.

Born in Glendale, Arizona, Robbins taught himself guitar while serving in the United States Navy during World War II

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[Verse]
D G
Little Joe, The Wrangler, will wrangle nevermore
D A7
His days with the roundup, they are o'er
D G
Was a year ago last April, when he rode into our camp
D A7 D
Just a little Texas stray and nothin' more.
G
Was late in the ev'nin', when he rode into our camp
D A7
On a little Texas pony, he called Chaw
D G
With his brogan shoes and overalls, a tougher lookin' kid
D A7 D
You never in your life before, had saw.

[Verse]
G D
His saddle was a Texas 'kack' built many years ago
A7
An O.K. spur on one foot, lightly swung
D G
With his pack rolled in a cotton sack, so loosely tied behind
D A7 D
And a canteen from his saddle horn, was slung.

He said he had to leave his home, his (G) pa had married twice
D A7
His new ma whipped him every day or two
D G
So he saddled up old Chaw one night and "lit a shuck" this way
D A7 A7
He said he'd try to paddle his own can- oe.
G D
He'd said if we would give him work, he'd do the best he could
A7
Tho' he didn't know straight up, about a cow
D G
So the Boss, he cut him out a mount and kindly put him on
D A7 D
He sorta liked this little kid, some- how.

[Verse]
G
He learned to wrangle horses and learned to know them all
D A7
And get them in at daybreak, if he could
D G
And to trail the old chuck wagon and always hitch the team
D A7 D
And help the "cookie" ev'nin's - rustle wood.
G D
We had hardly reached the Pecos, the weather it was fine
A7
We were camped down on the south side, in a draw
D G
When a 'Norther' commenced blowin' and we doubled up our guard
D A7 D
It took ev'ryone of us, to hold them in.

[Verse]
G
Little Joe, The Wrangler, was called out with the rest
D A7
Scarcely had the little fellow reached the herd
D G
When the cattle, they stampeded, like a hail storm on, they fled
D A7 D
And ev'ryone was ridin' for the lead.
G D
A- mid the streaks of lightnin', there was one horse up ahead
A7
He was tryin' to catch the leader in their speed
D G
It was Little Joe, The Wrangler, with a slicker o'er his head
D A7 D
He was ridin' old Blue Rocket in the lead.

[Verse]
G
At last, we got them millin' and kinda quieted down
D A7
And the extra guards, back to the wagon, went
D G
But there was one a-missin', you could see it, at a glance
D A7 D
Was our little Texas stray, poor wrangler Joe.
G D
Next mornin', just at daybreak, we found where Rocket fell
A7
Down in a washout, twenty feet be- low
D G
Be- neath his horse, his life was gone, his spur had rung its knell
D A7 D
Was our little Texas stray, poor wrangler Joe.