![]() ![]() He always sings lazy music to his cattle As he swings back and forward in his saddle On a horse (pretty good horse!) that is syncopated gaited And there’s such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater How they run (how they run!) when he shoots his gun Because the western folks all know He’s a high-falutin’, rootin’ tootin’ Son of a gun from California. ' ' Ragtime Cowboy Joe ' ( 1912 ) Lyrics by Grant. He always sings raggy music to the cattle as he swings Back and forward in the saddle on 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-faluting, scooting, shooting’, Son of a gun from Arizona, Ragtime Cowboy Joe. Ragtime cowboy, talk about a cowboy, Ragtime Cowboy Joe Credits Writer(s): Grant Clarke, Maurice Abrahams, Lewis. Regardless of Stokes ' intentions, the song quickly evolved into a love ballad about the sweet coed. ![]() Got his name from singing to the cows and sheep Every night they say he sings the herd to sleep In a basso rich and deep, crooning soft and low. And it’s such a funny meter To the roar of his repeater How they run, How they run When they see his horse a comin’ Cause the western folks all know. Chorus: He always sings, raggy music to the cattle, As he swings, back and forward in the saddle, On a horse, that is syncopated, gaited, And theres such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater. Out in Arizona where the bad men are, And the only friend to guide you is an evening star, The roughest, toughest man by far is Ragtime Cowboy Joe. When he starts a spieling on the dance hall floor, No one but a lunatic would start a war, Wise men know his forty four, Makes men dance for fair. ![]()
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