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