As I was a-walking one morning for pleasure
I saw a cowpuncher come riding along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling
And as he approached he was singing this song
Chorus:
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
Early in the spring, we round up all the dogies
Mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails
Round up our horses, load up the chuck wagon
Throw all them dogies right up on the trail
Chorus
Well, it's shooping and yelling and rounding the dogies
From sunrise till sunset and all the night long
So come now, you young 'uns, get over the prairie
And keep right on hearing my beautiful song