Whoppee Ti Yi Yo

As I was walking one morning for pleasure,
I spied a cowpuncher riding along.
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jingling,

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 Wyoming will be your new home.

Early in the springtime we round up the dogies,
Mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails.
Round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon,
Then throw the little dogies out on the long 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 Wyoming will be your new home.

Night comes on and we hold 'em on the bedground,
The same little dogies that rolled on so slow.
We roll up the herd and cut out the stray ones,
Then roll the little dogies like never before.

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 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 drivin' them dogies along.

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 Wyoming will be your new home.