His days with Remuda are o 'er
It was a year ago last April
that he rode into our herd
Just a little Texas stray and all alone
It was late in the evening
when he rode into our herd
On a little Texas pony he called Chaw
With his brogues and shoes and overalls,
You'd never in your life before had saw
He said he'd had to leave his home,
His new pa whipped him every day or two
So he saddled up old Chaw one night
He said if we would give him work
he'd do the best he could
So the bossy cut him out a mountain,
Kindly helped him on for he's sort of like
We traveled up the Pecos,
When a norther started blowing
For it takes all to hold those cattle in .
Our little Joe the Wrangler
was called out with the rest,
The lad had scarcely gotten to the herd.
When those cattle a -stampeded,
like a hailstorm on they fled,
And we all rode hail for leather
Amidst the flashes of the lightning,
It was little Joe, the wrangler in the lead,
He was riding old Blue Rocket
with a slicker o 'er his head,
those cattle in the lead.
At last we got them milling
Was our little Texas Stray,
Next morning, just at daybreak,
we found where Rocket fell,
Down in the washout, twenty feet below.
Beneath the horse's body,
Was our little Texas Stray, poor Angler Joe.
Oh, little Joe the Wrangler
His days with Remuda are o 'er
Was a year ago last April
that he rode into our herd
Just a little Texas train all alone
