 He always sings raggy music to the cattle as he swings Back and forward in the saddle on a horse That is incubated, gated, and there's such a funny meter To the roar of his repeater, how they run When they hear the fellow's gun, they call the western folks all known He's a highfalutin' rootin' tootin' son of a gun from Arizona Ragtime Cowboy Joe Cowboy Cowboy Ragtime Cowboy Joe