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 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, 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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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, comma ti yippity yi yeah
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Now singin' his cowboy songs, he's just too much
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He's got a knocked out western accent with a Dixie touch
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He was raised on Loco weed
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He's what you call a swing in half breed
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Singin' his cow cow boogie in the strangest way
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah, playboy
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Singin' his cowboy songs, he's just too much
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He's got a knocked out western accent with a Dixie 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 boogie in the strangest way
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah
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Comma ti yi yi yeah, comma ti yippity yi yeah
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Dippermouth Blues
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Louis Armstrong |