text:  Got his name from singing to the cows and sheep. Every night they say he sings a herd to sleep. In a bass so rich and deep, prune and soft and low. He always sings raggy music to the cattle as he swings. Back and forward in the saddle on a horse. That is syncopated, gated, and there's such a funny meaner to the roar of his feet or how they run. When they hear the fellow's gun, the cause of western folks all know. He's a highfalutin', rootin', tootin', son of a gun from Arizona, right-time cowboy Joe.