As I was a-walkin' one mornin' for pleasure
I spied a cowpuncher all ridin' alone
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jinglin'
And as he approached he was singin' this song
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home
It's early in the spring that we round up the dogies
We mark 'em and brand them and bob off their tails
Round up the horses load up the chuck wagon
Then throw the dogies out on the north trail
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home
Your mother was raised away down in Texas
Where the jimson weed and the sand burrs grow
We'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla
Until you are ready for Idaho
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home...