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Little Joe The Wrangler
Chinook 200
 
    
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Little Joe The Wrangler
 
ID: 14677

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LabelChinook
WEB SITE www.chinookrecords.com
Label information
Grid list of Chinook recordings
Number200
TypeSinging Call
Copies0
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
MediaMP3
Artist(s)
Doug Davis (picture)     recordings by Doug Davis

Doug Davis

Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Basic

Circle left
* Little Joe the wrangler will wrangle never more
* His days with the remuda they are ore

Men star by the right hand a gonna roll it once around
Left allemande and then you weave the ring
** Said he'd to do the best he could, if we'd only give him work
** Swing your partner round and promenade
*** So the boss cut him out a mount and kindly put him on
*** For he sorta liked that little stray some how


(* Listen To called side for additional lyrics)


FIGURE    Basic, corner progression

Head two couples promenade ya walk 1/2 around the ring
Down the middle and square thru you go 4
Go all the way around and then go right and left thru
Veer left and then you ferris wheel
The centers square thru 3 hands around you go
You swing the corner lady and you promenade
*** So the boss cut him out a mount and kindly put him on
*** For he sorta liked that little stray some how


TAG

Our little Texas stray poor wrangler Joe
 
Lyrics

Lyrics are provided for informational and educational purposes only. Lyrics are
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Little Joe The Wrangler Lyrics ID: 3682

Little Joe the wrangler, he'll wrangle never more
His days with the remuda they're all done
It was long about last April he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and all alone
It was long late in the evening when he rode into our camp
On a little old brown pony he called Shaw
In his brogan shoes and coveralls a harder lookin' kid
You never in you life have seen before

His saddle was a Sother kack built many years ago
An OK spur on one foot idly hung
With his bed roll in a cotton sack was loosely tied behind
And a canteen from the saddle horn he'd slung
Said he had to leave his home because his paw had married twice
His new maw beat him every day or two
So he saddled up old Shaw one night and lit a shuck this way
Thought he'd try and paddle now his own canoe

Said he'd try to do the best he could if we'd only give him work
Though he didn't know straight up about a cow
So the boss he cut him out a mount and kindly put him on
And we knew he liked our little stray somehow
Well he taught him how to herd the horses and learned to know 'em all
And to get 'em in by daylight if he could
And to follow the chuck wagon and to always hitch the team
And to help the carsonaro rustle wood

We had driven to Red River and the weather it was fine
We were camped down on the south side of the bend
When a Norther' started blowin' we called the extra guard
Cause it took all hands to hold the cattle in
Now little Joe the wrangler was called out like the rest
Barely had the kid got to the herd
When the cattle they stampeded like a hailstorm on they flew
With all of us a ridin' for the lead

Between the streaks of lightnin' we could see a horse ahead
It was little Joe the wrangler in the lead
He was riding old Blue Rocket with a slicker o'er his head
And he's trying to check the leaders in their speed
We finally got'em millin' and they sort of quieted down
The extra guard back to the camp did go
But one of them was missing and we all knew at a glance
Twas our little Texas stray boy wrangler Joe

We found him there at sun up where old Blue Rocket fell
In some washout twenty feet below
Beneath his horse smashed to a pulp his spur had rung the knell
For our little Texas stray boy wrangler Joe
Little Joe the wrangler he'll wrangle never more
His days with the remuda they're all done
It was long about last April he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and all alone

Lyrics by N. Howard.
Recorded by Marty Robbins; Don Edwards; Chris LeDoux; many others.
 

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