3x-xx-xx ep001 First Song - Ragtime Cowboy Joe

With his face turned dauntlessly to the western trail, the cowboy sits his horse easily as he rides through a wide valley. A vagrant puff of wind shakes the corner

of a crimson hankageet, not it loosely at his throat. The rhythmic thought of his pony's feet mingling with the jingling of his spurs, arouses within you a spirit of romance and adventure and as he leads us over the quest of the divide into the camp of the H. Bar two, a lovely strain of plenty of melody comes floating on the night air. As Pinto Pete

and his ranch boys are gathered around the chuck wagon and the glowing flames of the evening campfire. That's a right pretty tune, boys. Another night like this, it sort of adds to the beauty of the stars and the sky.

It makes you think of a lot of things that you should have done and you didn't. But maybe there's time and hopes for the worst of us. Even old ragtime cowboy Joe. I went to hear the bell of gun and the western folks on the

Maris on the rack of the car, boys and girls The town of Maris on the weather, man, men on The only brandy guy to visit even in the storm The roughest, toughest man before was the rack of the car, boys and girls Well he got his name to sing his tune of the cow in the sheet

Every night he'd sing his turn to sleep In a bass boy's soul bridge and he'd eat prunes on song and roll He'd always sing The raggedy did his tune of the cattle every swing Back and forth with a saddle on the horse I'm on the horse.