| Out on the plains down near Santa fe
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| I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day
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| And as he jogged along I heard him singing
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| A most peculiar cowboy song
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| It was a ditty, he learned in the city
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| Comma ti yi yi yeah
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| Comma ti yippity yi yeah
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| Get along, get hip little doggies
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| Get along, better be on your way
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| Get along, get hip little doggies
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| And he trucked them on down the old fairway
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| Singin' his cow cow boogie in the strangest way
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| Comma ti yi yi yeah
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| Comma ti yippity yi yeah
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| Singin' his cowboy song
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| He’s just too much
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| He’s got a knocked out western accent with a Harlem touch
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| He was raised on local weed
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| He’s what you call a swing half breed
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| Singin' his cow cow boogie in the strangest way
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| Comma ti yi yi yeah
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| Comma ti yippity yi yeah
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| Get along little doggie, better be on your way, your way,
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| Get along little doggie
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| And he trucked them on down the old fairway
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| Singin' his cow cow boogie in the strangest way
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| Comma ti yi yi yeah
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| Comma ti yippity yi yeah.
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| Yip yip singing his cowboy song
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| Yip yip as he was joggling along
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| Yip yip he sings with a harlem touch
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| Yip yip that guy is just too much
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| Singing his cow cow boogie in the strangest way
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| Comma ti yi yi yi yi yi yeah. |