Ragtime Cowboy Joe
He always sings,
swingy music to the cattle
as he swings
Back and forward
in the saddle on a horse
That is syncopated gaited
and it’s such a funny meter
To the roar of his repeater
How he runs
when they hear the fellows guns
because the western folks all know
He’s a highfalutin’
rootin’ tootin’
son of a gun from Arizona
Ragtime cowboy,
talk about your cowboy,
ragtime cowboy Joe.
He always sings to
the cattle as he swings
Back and forward in
his saddle on a horse
That is syncopated gaited
and there’s such a funny meter
To the roar of his repeater
How they run,
how they run
when they hear
the fellows gun
Because they know
he’s a highfalutin’
rootin’ tootin’
Son of a gun from Arizona
Ragime cowboy,
oh what a cowboy,
ragtime cowboy Joe.
He’s always singin’
he’s always singin’
to his cattle
See’em a swingin’
See’em swingin’ in his saddle
You won’t find no
one hangin’ around.
Not when he comes
a ridin’ to town
How they run when
they hear his gun
Because they know that here
comes ragtime cowboy Joe.
He always sings to his cattle
as he swings on a horse
That is syncopated gaited and
there’s such a funny meter
to the roar of his repeater
How they run
how they run when
they hear the fella’s gun
Because they know
he’s a highfalutin’
son of a gun from Arizona
We don’t mean Joe
from Kokomo or any
other Joe you know
No we mean
ragtime cowboy Joe.
We don’t mean Joe
from Kokomo or any
other Joe you know
No we mean
ragtime cowboy Joe.
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