Ragtime Cowboy Joe
He always sings raggy music to the cattle
As he swings back and forward in the saddle
On a horse that is syncopated, gaited
And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run when they hear that fellow's gun
Because the Western folks all know
He's a highfaluting, rootin' shootin', son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
Out in Arizona where the bad men are
The only thing to guide you is the evening star
Roughest, Toughest, a man by far is Ragtime Cowboy Joe
Got his name to singing to the cows and sheep,
Every night he sings the herd to sleep
In a bass so rich and deep, crooning soft and low
He always sings raggy music to the cattle
As he swings back and forward in the saddle
On a horse that is syncopated, gaited
And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run when they hear that fellow's gun
Because the Western folks all know
He's a highfaluting, rootin' shootin', son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
He always sings raggy music to the cattle
As he swings back and forward in the saddle
On a horse that is syncopated, gaited
And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run when they hear that fellow's gun
Because the Western folks all know
He's a highfaluting, rootin' shootin', son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
Cowboy, Cowboy, Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
As he swings back and forward in the saddle
On a horse that is syncopated, gaited
And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run when they hear that fellow's gun
Because the Western folks all know
He's a highfaluting, rootin' shootin', son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
Out in Arizona where the bad men are
The only thing to guide you is the evening star
Roughest, Toughest, a man by far is Ragtime Cowboy Joe
Got his name to singing to the cows and sheep,
Every night he sings the herd to sleep
In a bass so rich and deep, crooning soft and low
He always sings raggy music to the cattle
As he swings back and forward in the saddle
On a horse that is syncopated, gaited
And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run when they hear that fellow's gun
Because the Western folks all know
He's a highfaluting, rootin' shootin', son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
He always sings raggy music to the cattle
As he swings back and forward in the saddle
On a horse that is syncopated, gaited
And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run when they hear that fellow's gun
Because the Western folks all know
He's a highfaluting, rootin' shootin', son-of-a-gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
Cowboy, Cowboy, Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Abrahams, Lewis F Muir
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