(John Stewart/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds)
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As I was out walkin' one mornin' for pleasure, I spied a cow puncher a-ridin' along.
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His hat was thrown back and his spurs were a-jinglin' and as he approached he was singin' this song:
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[Chorus:]
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Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. It's your misfortune and none of my own.
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Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. You know that Wyoming will be your new home. [Chorus]
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It's early in the spring when they round up the doggies. They mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails.
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They round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon. Then send the doggies out on the long tail.
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[Chorus]
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Your mother was raised a-way down in Texas where the Jimsonweed and the sandburrs grow.
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We'll feed you up on prickly pear and cholla and then send you roamin' to old Idaho.
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[Chorus]
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Dogie's Lament
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The Kingston Trio |