
A tribute to my love of Nashville and 2$ PBR.
“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…// Because the Western folks all know // He's a highfaluting, scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from Wyoming”
—Ragtime Cowboy Joe (Muir/Abrahams 1917)