Ragtime Cowboy Joe - Flying J Wranglers [NC] He always [F] sings, raggy music to the cattle, As he [G7] swings, back and forward in the saddle, On a [C7] horse, that is syncopated, gaited, And there’s [F] such a funny [Dm] meter to the [G7] roar of his re[C7]peater. How they [F] run, when they hear that fellow’s gun, Because the [G7] Western folks all know, He’s a [Dm] high - falutin’, [G7] scootin‘, shootin’ [Dm] Son-of a-gun from [G7] Arizona, [C7] Ragtime Cowboy [F] Joe. [F] Out in Ari[Dm]zona where the [F] bad men [Dm] are, And the [F] only friend to [Dm] guide you is an [G7] ev - nin’ star, The [F] roughest [Dm] toughest [F] man by [Dm] far, is [G7] Ragtime [C7] Cowboy [F] Joe. [A7] Got his name from singin’ to the cows and sheep [D7] Ev ‘ry night they say he sings the herd to sleep, [F] In a [Dm] basso [F] rich and [Dm] deep, [C7] crooning soft and low. [F] Dressed up ev’ ry [Dm] Sunday in his [F] Sunday [Dm] clothes, He [F] beats it for the [Dm] village where he [G7] always goes, And [F] ev ‘ry [Dm] girl in [F] town is [Dm] Joe’s, ‘cause [G7] he’s a [C7] ragtime [F] bear. [A7] When he starts a spieling on the dance hall floor, [D7] No one but a lunatic would start a war, [F] Wise men [Dm] know his [F] forty [Dm] four, [C7] makes men dance for fair. [NC] He always [F] sings, raggy music to the cattle, As he [G7] swings, back and forward in the saddle, On a [C7] horse, that is syncopated, gaited, And there’s [F] such a funny [Dm] meter to the [G7] roar of his re[C7]peater. How they [F] run, when they hear that fellow’s gun, Because the [G7] Western folks all know, He’s a [Dm] high - falutin’, [G7] scootin‘, shootin’ [Dm] Son-of a-gun from [G7] Arizona, [C7] Ragtime Cowboy [F] Joe. [G7] Ragtime [C7] Cowboy, [G7] Talk about your [C7] cowboy [G7] Ragtime [C7] Cowboy [F] Joe. [C7] [F]