| As I was walking one morning for pleasure
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| I spied a cowpuncher riding along
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| His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jingling
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| And as he approached he was singing this song
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
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| It’s your misfortune and none of my own
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| Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
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| You know that Wyoming will be your new home
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| Early in the springtime we round up the dogies
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| Mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails
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| Round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon
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| Then throw the little dogies out on the long trail
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
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| It’s your misfortune and none of my own
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| Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
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| You know that Wyoming will be your new home
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| Night comes on and we hold 'em on the bedground
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| The same little dogies that rolled on so slow
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| We roll up the herd and cut out the stray ones
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| Then roll the little dogies like never before
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
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| It’s your misfortune and none of my own
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| Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
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| You know that Wyoming will be your new home
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| Some boys go up the long trail for pleasure
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| But that’s where they get it most awfully wrong
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| For you’ll never know the trouble they give us As we go drivin' them dogies along
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
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| It’s your misfortune and none of my own
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| Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
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| You know that Wyoming will be your new home
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| Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
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| It’s your misfortune and none of my own
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| Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
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| You know that Wyoming will be your new home
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| You know that Wyoming will be your new home |