Song of the Day for December 15, 2020
He always sings
Raggedy music to the cattle
As he swings
Back and 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
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 Joe
Out in Arizona where the bad men are
The only friend to guide you is an evening star
The roughest, toughest man by far
Was Ragtime Cowboy Joe
He got his name from singing to the cows and sheep
Every night they say he sings the herd to sleep
In a bass voice, rich and deep
Crooning soft and low
He always sings
Raggedy music to the cattle
As he swings
Back and 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
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 Joe