He always sings, raggy music

He always sings,
Raggy music to the cattle
As he swings,
Back and forward in the saddle,
On a horse that is syncopated, gaited;
And there's such a funny meter
To the roar of his repeater.
How they run,
When they hear that fellow,
Cause the western folks all know
He's a high fa-luting scooting shooting
Son of a gun from Arizona.
Ragtime cowboy Joe.

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