Ragtime Cowboy Joe - Buddy Clark, Eddy Howard

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