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 highfaluting, rooting, tooting 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 highfaluting, rooting, tooting son of a gun from Arizona Ragtime cowboy Oh, what a cowboy Ragtime cowboy Joe He’s always singing He’s always singing to his cattle See ’em a swingin’ See ’em swingin’ in his saddle You won’t find no one hanging 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 highfaluting 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