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He always sings raggy music to the cattle as he swings back and forward in the saddle,
on a horse - a pretty good horse! He’s got a syncopated gaiter, and you ought to hear the meter
to the roar of his repeater; how they run - yes run! - when they hear that he’s ‘a-comin’,
cause the western folks all know, he’s a high-falootin’, 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!