“Ragtime Cowboy Joe”

He always sings raggy music to his cattle as he swings
Back and forward in his saddle on a horse (pretty good horse!)
He’s a syncopated gaiter
And you out to hear the meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run (yes run!)
When they hear him come, because the western folks all know,
He’s a high fallutin’, rootin’ tootin’
Son of a gun from old Wyoming
Ragtime Cowboy, (talk about your cowboy), Ragtime Cowboy Joe.