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 was Ragtime Cowboy Joe.
Got his name from singing to the cows and sheep;
Ev'ry night, they say, he sings the herd to sleep
In a basso rich and deep, crooning soft and low
He always sings raggy music to his cattle
As he swings back and forward in his saddle
On his horse who is syncopated gaited
And with such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater
How they run when they hear the feller's gun
Because the western folks all know:
He's a hifalootin' rootin' tootin'
Son of a gun from Arizona
Ragtime cowboy (talk about your cowboy)
Ragtime cowboy Joe.