As I was a-walkin' one morning for pleasure I spied a young cowboy a-ridin' along Well his hat was shoved back and his spurs was a-jinglin' And as he was ridin' he was singin' this song
Chorus: Whoopee-ti-yi-yo git along little dogies It's your misfortune and none of my own Whoopee-ti yi yo git along little dogies You know that Wyoming will be your new home
It's early in the springtime we round up the dogies We cut 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails Round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon And then throw the dogies out on the north trail
Chorus:
Your mother was raised way down in Texas Where the jimson weed and the chollas grow But we'll fill you up on those prickly-pear briars Until you are ready for Idaho