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He always sings raggy music to his cattle as he swingsBack and forward in his saddle on a horse (pretty good horse!)He's a syncopated gaiterAnd you out to hear the meter to the roar of his repeaterHow they run (yes run!)When they hear him come, because the western folks all know,He's a high fallutin', rootin' tootin'Son of a gun from old WyomingRagtime Cowboy, (talk about your cowboy), Ragtime Cowboy Joe.