As I went a-walkin' One mornin' for pleasure, I spied a cowpuncher Come ridin' along; His hat was throwed back, And his spurs was a-jinglin' And as he approached, He was singin' this song.
Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, It's your misfortune And none of my own; Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, You know that Wyoming Will be your new home.
It's early in spring That we round up the dogies, And mark 'em and brand 'em And bob off their tails; We round up our horses And load the chuckwagon, And then throw them dogies Out onto the trail.
Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, It's your misfortune And none of my own; Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, You know that Wyoming Will be your new home.
It's whoopin' and yellin' And a-drivin' them dogies, Oh, lord, how I wish That you would go on; It's a-whoopin' and punchin' And go on-a, little dogies, 'Cause you know that Wyoming Is to be your new home.
Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, It's your misfortune And none of my own; Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, You know that Wyoming Will be your new home.
Some cowboys go up the trail Just for the pleasure, But that's where They always go gettin' it wrong, For nobody knows just what Trouble they give us, As we start a-drivin' them All the way home.
Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, It's your misfortune And none of my own; Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, You know that Wyoming Will be your new home.
As I went a-walkin' One mornin' for pleasure, I spied a cowpuncher Come ridin' along; His hat was throwed back, And his spurs was a-jinglin' And as he approached, He was singin' this song.
Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, It's your misfortune And none of my own; Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, You know that Wyoming Will be your new home.
It's early in spring That we round up the dogies, And mark 'em and brand 'em And bob off their tails; We round up our horses And load the chuckwagon, And then throw them dogies Out onto the trail.
Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, It's your misfortune And none of my own; Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, You know that Wyoming Will be your new home.
It's whoopin' and yellin' And a-drivin' them dogies, Oh, lord, how I wish That you would go on; It's a-whoopin' and punchin' And go on-a, little dogies, 'Cause you know that Wyoming Is to be your new home.
Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, It's your misfortune And none of my own; Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, You know that Wyoming Will be your new home.
Some cowboys go up the trail Just for the pleasure, But that's where They always go gettin' it wrong, For nobody knows just what Trouble they give us, As we start a-drivin' them All the way home.
Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, It's your misfortune And none of my own; Whoopee ti yi yo, Git along, little dogies, You know that Wyoming Will be your new home.