《Little Joe， the Wrangler》歌词

[00:00:00] Little Joe The Wrangler - Marty Robbins

[00:00:06] Little Joe the Wrangler will wrangle nevermore

[00:00:11] His days with the roundup they are over

[00:00:17] Was a year ago last April

[00:00:19] When he rode into our camp

[00:00:22] Just a little Texas stray and nothing more

[00:00:27] Was late in the evening

[00:00:30] When he rode into our camp

[00:00:33] On the little Texas pony he called Chaw

[00:00:38] With his brogan shoes and overalls

[00:00:41] A tougher looking kid

[00:00:44] You never in your life before had saw

[00:00:49] His saddle was a Texas kack built many years ago

[00:00:54] An OK spur on one foot lightly swung

[00:00:59] With his packroll in a cotton sack

[00:01:02] So loosely tied behind

[00:01:05] And a canteen from his saddle horn was slung

[00:01:10] He said he had to leave his home

[00:01:13] His pa had married twice

[00:01:16] His new ma whipped him every day or two

[00:01:21] So he saddled up old Chaw one night

[00:01:24] And lit a shuck his way

[00:01:27] He said he'd try to paddle his own canoe

[00:01:32] He said if we would give him work

[00:01:35] He'd do the best he could

[00:01:37] Though he didn't know straight up about a cow

[00:01:42] So the boss he cut him out a mount

[00:01:45] And kindly put him on

[00:01:48] He sorta liked this little kid somehow

[00:01:53] He learned to wrangle horses

[00:01:56] And learned to know them all

[00:01:59] And get them in at daybreak if he could

[00:02:04] And to trail the old chuck wagon

[00:02:07] And always hitch the team

[00:02:10] And help to cook each evening rustle wood

[00:02:15] We had hardly reached the Pecos

[00:02:18] The weather it was fine

[00:02:21] We were camped down on the south side in a draw

[00:02:26] When a northern commenced blowing

[00:02:28] And we doubled up our guards

[00:02:31] It took every one of us to hold them in

[00:02:37] Little Joe the Wrangler

[00:02:39] Was called out with the rest

[00:02:41] Scarcely had the little fellow reached the herd

[00:02:47] When the cattle they stampeded

[00:02:50] Like a hailstorm on they fled

[00:02:53] And everyone was riding for the lead

[00:02:58] Amid the streaks of lightning

[00:03:01] There was one horse up ahead

[00:03:03] He was trying to check the leaders in their speed

[00:03:09] It was little Joe the Wrangler

[00:03:11] With a slicker over his head

[00:03:14] He was riding old Blue Rocket in the lead

[00:03:19] At last we got them milling and kinda quited down

[00:03:25] And the extra guards back to the wagon went

[00:03:30] But there was one a missing

[00:03:33] We could see it at a glance

[00:03:35] Was our little Texas stray poor Wrangler Joe

[00:03:41] Next morning just at daybreak

[00:03:43] We found where Rocket fell

[00:03:46] Down in a washout twenty feet below

[00:03:51] Beneath his horse his life had gone

[00:03:54] His spur had run its knell

[00:03:56] Was our little Texas stray poor Wrangler Joe