Little Joe - Rita Hosking

Little Joe Lyrics

Name's Joe Monahan, how do you do? I'm your first rate wrangler, I'm a buckaroo
Owyhee County, out in Southern Idaho, that's where they all call me Little Joe
Rain, Rain, Rain
I worked in the mines, the mills and the pen, and I can rope, shoot and ride with the best of the men
I served on juries and I vote each year, and I can make a little bit to send back to my dear
Rain Rain Rain
I came to the West my fortune to seek in an honorable way with these hands and on my feet
How come a soul's got to go so damn far just to make themselves a livin, just to be who they are?
Rain Rain Rain
Well, I built this dugout out of mud and sagebrush, and in the dry, desert heat it's grown hard and grown tough
God's flood'll come, wash it all away, and the day that I die, I think I know what they'll say

Rain Rain Rain
I miss the Rain
Name's Joe Monahan, how do you do? I'm your first rate wrangler, I'm your buckaroo
Owyhee County, out in Southern Idaho, that's where they all call me Little Joe
Rain Rain Rain
I miss the Rain
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Lyrics submitted by Lowell.