One mornin' as I was a-walkin' for pleasure
I met a cowpuncher a-ridin' along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jinglin'
And as he approached, he was singin' this song:
Whoopee-ti-yi-yo, get along little dogies1
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee-ti-yi-yo, get along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
Some boys go up the trail for pleasure,
That's where they gets it most awfully wrong.
They haven't any idea the trouble it gives us,
Keepin' those dogies a-rollin' along.
Whoopee-ti-yi-yo, get along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee-ti-yi-yo, get along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
1. In the language of the American West, a stray or motherless calf is known as a dogie.