Little Joe The Wrangler (Surly Joe) Lyrics by Tim Blake Nelson

Surly Joe, the gambler
He will gamble nevermore
His days of stud and hold 'em
They are done
It was long about last April
He stepped into this saloon
But he never really took to anyone
Surly Joe
Surly Joe
Surly Joe
Surly Joe
Oh, wherever he's gambling now, I don't know
We don't know
He was slick, but I was slicker
He drew quick, but I was quicker
And the table stopped his ticker
Surly Joe
Yee-haw!
Surly Joe
Surly Joe
Surly Joe
Surly Joe
Won't be missed by anyone
Will Surly Joe
Surly Joe
Humankind he frowned upon
But not now, his face is gone
Guess your frowning days are done
Oh, Surly Joe
Yee-haw!
Surly Joe
Surly Joe
Surly Joe
Surly Joe
A cedilla on the C of Curly Joe
Surly Joe!
He was mean in days of yore
Now they're mopping up the floor
One more sight to make them sore
Oh, Surly Joe
Yee-haw!
Surly Joe
Surly Joe
Surly Joe
Surly Joe
Where the rest his face has got to
We don't know
We don't know
He was never any fun
Now his grumpy race has run
Kisser blown to kingdom come
Oh, Surly Joe...

[Thanks to efantom123 for correcting these lyrics]