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Intro - This part is spoken Out in Arizona where the bad men are, The only thing to guide you is an evening star The roughest, toughest man by far, Is Ragtime Cowboy Joe. He always sings, swingy music to the cattle, As he swings, Back and forward in the saddle, On a horse (Oh what a horse!) That is syncopated gaited, And there's such a funny meter, To the roar of his repeater, How they run, When they hear that fellow's gun, Because the western folks all know, He's a high-falluttin', Scootin', Shootin' Son-of-a-Gun from Arizona, Ragtime Cowboy, O, what a cowboy, Ragtime Cowboy Joe. He always sings, swingy music to the cattle, As he swings, Back and forward in the saddle, On a horse (a pretty good horse) That is syncopated gaited, And there's such a funny meter, To the roar of his repeater, How they run, when they hear that fellow's gun, Because the western folks all know, He's a high-falluttin', Scootin', Shootin' Son-of-a-Gun from Arizona, Ragtime Cowboy, O, what a cowboy, Ragtime Cowboy Joe. |