Ragtime Cowboy Joe
He always sings
Raggedy music to the cattle as he swings
Back and forward in his saddle on a horse
That is syncopated, gaited
There is such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run
Oh, when they hear the fella's gun
Because the western folks all know
He's a highfalutin, rootin' tootin', son of a gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
Out in Arizona where the bad men are
The only thing to guide you is an evening star
The roughest, toughest man by far
Was Ragtime Cowboy Joe
He got his name from singin' to the cows and sheep
Every night they say he sings the herd to sleep
In a bass voice, rich and deep
Croonin' soft and low
He always sings
Raggedy music to the cattle as he swings
Back and forward in his saddle on a horse
That is syncopated, gaited
There is such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run
Oh, when they hear the fella's gun
Because the western folks all know
He's a highfalutin, rootin' tootin', son of a gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
He always sings
Raggedy music to the cattle as he swings
Back and forward in his saddle on a horse
That is syncopated, gaited
There is such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run
Oh, when they hear the fella's gun
Because the western folks all know
He's a highfalutin, rootin' tootin', son of a gun from Arizona
Ragtime cowboy, talk about a cowboy, Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
Raggedy music to the cattle as he swings
Back and forward in his saddle on a horse
That is syncopated, gaited
There is such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run
Oh, when they hear the fella's gun
Because the western folks all know
He's a highfalutin, rootin' tootin', son of a gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
Out in Arizona where the bad men are
The only thing to guide you is an evening star
The roughest, toughest man by far
Was Ragtime Cowboy Joe
He got his name from singin' to the cows and sheep
Every night they say he sings the herd to sleep
In a bass voice, rich and deep
Croonin' soft and low
He always sings
Raggedy music to the cattle as he swings
Back and forward in his saddle on a horse
That is syncopated, gaited
There is such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run
Oh, when they hear the fella's gun
Because the western folks all know
He's a highfalutin, rootin' tootin', son of a gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
He always sings
Raggedy music to the cattle as he swings
Back and forward in his saddle on a horse
That is syncopated, gaited
There is such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run
Oh, when they hear the fella's gun
Because the western folks all know
He's a highfalutin, rootin' tootin', son of a gun from Arizona
Ragtime cowboy, talk about a cowboy, Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
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Writer(s): Grant Clarke, Maurice Abrahams, Lewis Muir
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