Ragtime Cowboy Joe - The Sons of the Pioneers with Tommy Doss 1960

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He always sings,
Raggedy music to the cattle
As he swings
Back and forward in a saddle
On a horse
That is syncopated gaited,
And with 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 hifalootin', rootin', tootin'
Son-of-a-gun from Arizona,
Ragtime Cowboy
Out in Arizona
Where the bad men are,
The only friend to guide you
Is an evening star,
The roughest, toughest man by far
Is Ragtime Cowboy Joe.
He got his name from singing
To the cows and sheep
Every night they say
He sings the herd to sleep
In a bass voice, rich and deep,
Crooning soft and low.

He always sings,
Raggedy music to the cattle
As he swings
Back and forward in a saddle
On a horse
That is syncopated gaited,
And with 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 hifalootin', rootin', tootin'
Son-of-a-gun from Arizona,
Ragtime Cowboy Joe