Cowboy Joe

Way out west where the bad men are
And the only thing to guide you is the evening star
He’s the roughest, toughest, man by far
He’s the ragtime cowboy Joe

He always sings ragtime music in his saddle
As he swings back in forth in his saddle
On a horse, a pretty good horse
A syncopated gaiter and has such a funny meter
To the roar of his repeater how they run
When they hear the whistle blowin’
‘Cus the western folks all know
What do they know?

He’s a high falootin’ rootin’ tootin’
Sun of a gun from Arizona
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
(We really mean it)
Ragtime cowboy, talk about your cowboy
Ragtime cowboy Joe
(One more time with feelin’!)
Ragtime cowboy, talk about your cowboy
Ragtime cowboy Joe