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to believe in him, why can't you?

Oh, gee. Okay, honey. If that's

the way you feel about it, we'll stick.

But remember, I'm doing it just for you.

And that goes for her too.

- Not a very big night tonight, is it, pop?

- Heaven will provide.

You think heaven would mind

if I helped out a little bit?

We need everyone's help, brother.

Have you got a city license to use

the streets and take up collections?

Oh, sure.

They'd have run me out of town

long before now if it hadn't been for that.

Heaven's gonna provide

for both of us, pop.

# 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 How they run #

#When they hear that fella's gun

because the western folks all know #

# He's a highfalutin, scootin', shootin'

son of a gun from Arizona #

# Ragtime CowboyJoe #

# He always sings

raggy music to the cattle #

- We gotta stop this.

- # Back and forward in the saddle #

# On a horse

that is syncopated gaited #

# Such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater

How they run #

- # When they hear that fella's gun #

- Hey, O'Riley.

# He's a highfalutin, scootin', shootin'

son of a gun from Arizona #

# Ragtime Cowboy #

- # Oh, you cowboy #

- # Captivatin' #

- # Fascinatin' #

- # Syncopatin' cowboy #

# Ragtime CowboyJoe ##

Come on.

Come on. We want more.

Here, here. Break this up.

What do you think you're doin'?

What do you mean by putting on

a public show on the streets?

- Come down off that wagon.

- Take 'em in, O'Riley. Pinch 'em.

If you do, O'Riley,

you're as good as broke.

Every cent we collect here

goes to the O'Farrell Street Mission.

Go on. Tell him, pop.

Show him our license.

There it is. Would you interfere

with a work of charity?

Would you bring righteous

wrath down on your head?

Brother, remember, you're doing it

in the sight of heaven.

I ask your pardon, sir. I didn't have a right

understanding of what was going on.

- What do you mean, Sharkey, by

bothering these good people? - Well, I-

Have you no respect for religion?

Get back to your gin mill.

Get along.

I got everyone but you and Sharkey.

You better kick in.

Okay. 500, if you'll

stay away from my place.

- You got a deal.

- This ain't decent, it ain't. It ain't decent.

# By the mill #

#Where they made

sweet cider #

# I made sweet love to you #

# Mill wheel was turning #

#As I sat there yearning #

# For one kiss #

#The sweetest I knew #

# On the hill #

# From the old town chapel #

#Those evening bells #

#Would chime #

# I'll always remember #

#That golden November #

# Sweet cider time #

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