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He always sings raggy music to the cattleAs he swings back and forward in the saddleOn a horse that is syncopated, gaitedAnd there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeaterHow they run when they hear that fellow's gunBecause the Western folks all knowHe's a highfaluting, scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from ArizonaFit as a fiddle and ready for loveHe always sings raggy music to the cattleAs he swings back and forward in the saddleOn a horse that is syncopated, gaitedAnd there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeaterHow they run when they hear that fellow's gunBecause the Western folks all knowHe's a highfaluting, scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from ArizonaFit as a fiddle and ready for love
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"Ragtime Cowboy Joe" as written by Maurice/muir Abrahams
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