| SONGS |
| COWBOY JOE |
| Way out west where the bad men are And the only thing to guide them is the evening star Is the roughest, toughest man by far He's the Ragtime Cowboy Joe He always sings, ragtime music to his cattle as he swings Back and forth in his saddle on a horse (pretty good horse) A syncopated gaiter and there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater How they run (How they run) When the fellas hear him coming 'cause the western folks all know (what do they know?) He's a high fallutin', rootin' tootin' son of a gun from Arizona Ragtime cowboy, talk about your cowboy Ragtime cowboy Joe |
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