Get Along Little Dogies

As I was out riding one morning for pleasure
I spied a young cowboy a-riding along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jingling
And as he was riding he was singing this song
Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies;
It’s your misfortune, ain’t none of my own
Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
When spring comes along we round up the dogies
We stick on their brands and we bob off their tails
Pick out the strays, then the herd is inspected
And the very next day we go out on the trail
Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies;
It’s your misfortune, ain’t none of my own
Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
We ride on the prairies across the wide rivers
And on through the flats where there’s never a town
Our horses are weary, we’re tired and we’re hungry;
Lay still, little dogies, stop roamin' around
Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies;
It’s your misfortune, ain’t none of my own
Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
Night is a-comin' and the dogies are strayin'
They’re farther from home than they’ve been before
Come on, little dogies, it’s time to be rollin'
When we get to Wyoming, we’ll roll no more
Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies;
It’s your misfortune, ain’t none of my own
Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home