text:  He always sings raggy music to the cattle at his wing. Back and forward in the saddle on a horse. That is incubated, gated, and there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater how they run. When they hear the fellow's gun, they call the western folks all known. He's a highfalutin' rootin' tootin' son of a gun from Arizona. Ragtime Cowboy Joe. Cowboy! Cowboy! Ragtime Cowboy Joe!