1. As I was walking one morning for pleasure,
I spied a cowpuncher a-riding alone;
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling,
And as he approached he was singing this song:
“Whoopie ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
It’s your mis-for-tune and none of my own:
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git a-long lit-tle do-gies,
You know that Wy-o-ming will be your new home.
2. It’s early in spring that we round up the dogies,
We mark them and brand them and bob off their tails;
We round up our horses, load up the chuck wagon.
And then throw the dogies out onto the trail.
3. It’s whooping and yelling and driving the dogies, and
Oh, how I wish you would only go on;
It’s whooping and punching, go on, little dogies,
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
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- Song with chords (PDF)
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