| Out on the plains down near Santa Fe I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day
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| And as he jogged along I heard him singin'
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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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| Now get along, get hip little DOGIES
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| Get along, better be on your way
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| Get along, get hip little DOGIES
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| AND He trucked 'em on down that 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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| (Chorus)
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| Singin' his cowboy songs
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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 LOCO WEED
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| He’s what you call a swing half breed
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| Singin' his Cow Cow Booogie 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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| (CHORUS)
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| Singin' his cowboy songs
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| He’s just too much
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| He’s got a knocked out western accent with a HARLEM
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| touch
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| THAT CAT was raised on LOCO WEED
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| JACK, 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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| Comma ti yi yi yeah
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| Comma ti yippity yi yeah
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| GIT, GIT, GIT ALONG LITTLE DOGIES, YOU BETTER BE ON YOUR WAY |