Ragtime Cowboy Joe

He always sings, raggedy music to the cattle As he swings, back and forward in the saddle On a horse, the pretty good horse, that syncopated, gaited There's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater How they run, when they hear this fellow's gun Because the Western folks all know Why he's a high-faluting scooting Shooting son of a gun from Arizona Ragtime Cowboy, you're talking 'bout your cowboy Ragtime Cowboy Joe He always sings, raggedy music to the cattle As he swings, back and forward in the saddle On a horse, the pretty good horse, that syncopated, gaited There's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater How they run, when they hear this fellow's gun Because the Western folks all know Why he's a high-faluting scooting Shooting son of a gun from Arizona Ragtime Cowboy, you're talking 'bout your cowboy Ragtime Cowboy Joe He always sings, raggedy music to the cattle As he swings, back and forward in the saddle On a horse, the pretty good horse, that syncopated, gaited And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater How they run, when they hear this fellow's gun Because the Western folks all know Why he's a high-faluting scooting Shooting son of a gun from Arizona Ragtime Cowboy, you're talking 'bout your cowboy Ragtime Cowboy Joe Ragtime Cowboy Joe Ragtime Cowboy Joe Ragtime Cowboy Joe Why he's a shooting, a high-faluting A scooting son of a gun from Arizona Ragtime Cowboy Joe