| It’s early one morning, I was riding for pleasure;
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| I spied a cowpuncher a-riding along
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| His hat was thrown back and his spurs was a jinglin'
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| And as he was riding he was singing this song:
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| Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along little dogies
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| It’s your misfortune it ain’t none of my own
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| Get along, get along, get along little dogies
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| You know that Wyoming will be your new home
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| It’s early in the spring 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 our horses, load up the chuck wagon
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| Then throw the dogies up on the trail
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| Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along little dogies
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| It’s your misfortune it ain’t none of my own
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| Gt along, get along, get along little dogis
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| You know that Wyoming will be your new home |