Little Joe the Wrangler will wrangle nevermore His days with the roundup they are o'er Was a year ago last April when he rode into our camp Just a little Texas stray and nothing more
Little Joe, Little Joe Oh, whatever become of him I don't know Oh, he sure did like his liquor And it would have got his ticker But the sheriff got him quicker Yeeha!
Little Joe, Little Joe Oh, wherever his body lies I don't know When the yellow moon was beamin' He could wrangle like a demon And you'd always hear him screamin' Yeeha!
Little Joe, Little Joe Oh, whatever he's doing now I don't know He had women by the dozen And he swore they woz his cousins Till he met up with their husbands Yeeha!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
