Lyrics Ragtime Cowboy Joe - The Sons Of The Pioneers

Ragtime Cowboy Joe

He always sings —
Raggedy music to the cattle as he swings
Back n' forward in a saddle on a horse —
That is syncopated, gaited
There is such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run, oh when they hear the fella’s gun
Because the Western folks all know
He’s a highfalutin, rootin', tootin' son of a gun from Arizona —
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
Out in Arizona where the bad men are
The only thing to guide you is an evening star
The roughest, toughst man by far was
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
He got his nam from singin' to the cows n' sheep
Every night they say he sings the herd to sleep
In a bass voice, rich and deep
Croonin' soft and low
He always sings —
Raggedy music to the cattle as he swings
Back n' forward in a saddle on a horse —
That is syncopated, gaited
There is such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run, oh when they hear the fella’s gun
Because the Western folks all know
He’s a highfalutin, rootin', tootin' son of a gun from Arizona —
Ragtime Cowboy Joe
He always sings —
Raggedy music to the cattle as he swings
Back n' forward in a saddle on a horse —
That is syncopated, gaited
There is such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run, oh when they hear the fella’s gun
Because the Western folks all know
He’s a highfalutin, rootin', tootin' son of a gun from Arizona —
Ragtime Cowboy
Talk about’cha cowboy
Ragtime Cowboy Joe