Our saddle was a southern cat bill
Had an okay spur on one foot, idly hung
His heart roll in a cotton sack
Said he'd had to leave his home
because his pa had married twice
And his new ma beat him every day or two
So he saddled up old Chaw
and a little shook this way
Thought he'd try and paddle
if we'd only give him work
Then we knew he liked our
And learn to know them all
And round them up by daylight if he could
And to follow the chuck wagon
And to always hitch the team
We had driven to Red River
And the weather, it was fine
When the norther started blowin'
And we called the extra guard
Cause it took all hands to
And now little Joe the wrangler
Was called out with all the rest
And barely had the kid got to the herd
When the cattle they stampeded
like a hailstorm long they flew
With all of us a -ridin' for the lead
In between the streaks of lightning
we could see a horse ahead
Was little Joe the wrangler in the lead
He was ridin' old Blue Rocky
with his slicker o 'er his head
And he's tryin' to check the
Well, we finally got a millin'
and they sorta quieted down
Was our little Texas Draper
Now we found him there at sunup
where old Blue Rocket fell
Beneath his horse, massed to a pulp
His furs had rung the knell
For our little Texas Trey
And now little Joe the Wrangler
It was long about last April
when he rode into our camp,
just a little Texas stray and all alone.
