Git Along Little Dogies

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.