little joe, the wrangler

Marlene Dietrich

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!