Cowboy Joe

Out in Arizona where the bad men are,

          And the only thing to guide you is the evening star,

The roughest, toughest guy by far,

          Is Ragtime Cowboy Joe.

Now, he got his name from singin’ to the cows and the sheep’

          And every night they say he sings the hear to sleep,

In a valley rich and deep, croonin’ soft and low—

He always sings that rag-time music to his cattle,

          As he swings back and forth in his saddle,

On a horse, pretty good horse,

          That is syncopated-gaited,

Such a funny meter, to the roar of his repeater

How they run, when they hear the feller’s gun,

          Because the western folks all know,

He’s a rootin’, tootin’, high-falutin’,

          Son-of-a-gun from Arizona,

RAG-TIME COWBOY!  TALK ABOUT YOUR COWBOYS! RAG-TIME COWBOY JOE!