Git Along Little Dogies

Wee-dee-tee-dee-tee-yay
 Ho de-yo-de-lay-ee-dee
 As I was a-ridin' one morning for pleasure
 I spied a young cowboy a-ridin' along
 Well, his hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling
 And as he rode by he was singing this song:
 Whoopee ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
 It's your misfortune, none of my own
 Whoopie ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
 You know Wyoming will be your new home
 It's early in the spring when they round up the dogies
 Mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off the tails
 Round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon
 Then throw them little dogies out on the north trail
 Whoopee ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
 It's your misfortune, none of my own
 Whoopie ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
 You know Wyoming will be your new home
 Wee-dee-tee-dee-tee-yay
 Ho de-yo-de-lay-ee-dee
 Mother was a-raised way down in Texas
 Where the jimson weed and La Chollas grow
 They'll fill you up them prickly pear cactus
 'Til you are ready for Idaho
 Whoopee ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
 It's your misfortune, none of my own
 Whoopie ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
 You know Wyoming will be your new home
 Some boys go up the long trail for pleasure
 But that's where they get it most awfully wrong
 For you'll never know the trouble they give us
 As we go a-drivin' them dogies along
 Whoopee ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
 It's your misfortune, none of my own
 Whoopie ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
 You know Wyoming will be your new home
 Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
 It's your misfortune, none of my own
 Git along, git along, git along you little dogies
 Git on, you dogies, be on your way
 Wee-dee-tee-dee-tee-yay
 Ho de-yo-de-lay-ee-dee
 Ooh-de-lay-ee-dee
 Oh-de-loh
 How-day-oh-lay-ee-oh day-ee-dee