Hey fellas, I got a song for you:
He always sings raggy music to the cattle
As he swings back and forth in the saddle
of a horse (pretty good horse) he's a syncopated gaiter
and you oughta hear the meter of the roar of his repeater
Oh they run (yes they run) when they hear him comin
cuz the western folks all know
He's a high falutin rootin tootin son of a gun
from ol' Wyoming
Ragtime Cowboy
talk about your cowboy
Ragtime Cowboy Joe!
C-O-W-B-O-Y-S
Cowboys! Cowboys! Cowboys!