Lirieke: Eddy Howard. 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
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
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