Ragtime Cowboy Joe

Thanks to Megan Burns, who sent me this song.

Way out yonder where the bad men are,

And the only thing to guide you is the evening star

Is the roughest, toughest man by far,

He’s the Ragtime Cowboy Joe.

They always sing ragtime music to the cattle,

As they swing back and forth in the saddle

On a horse, a pretty good horse, a syncopater gaiter

Such a funny meter to the rear of his repeater, as they ride

When you hear the fellas coming,

‘Cause the western folks all know,

He's a high falootin’ rootin’ tootin’ son of a gun from Arizona,

Ragtime cowboy, talk about your cowboy, Ragtime Cowboy Joe.