Ragtime Cowboy Joe - The Sons Of The Pioneers

He always sings —

Raggedy music to the cattle as he swings

Back n' forward in a 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, toughst man by far was

Ragtime Cowboy Joe

He got his nam from singin' to the cows n' 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 n' forward in a 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 n' forward in a 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’cha cowboy

Ragtime Cowboy Joe