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
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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
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Git Along Little Dogies
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Nickel Creek |