Get Along Little Dogies   by unknown author


As I was out walking one morning for pleasure,
I spied a young cowboy a riding along.
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, get along little dogies
It’s your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee Ti Yi Yo get along little dogies
For you know that Wyoming will soon be your 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 them dogies out on the North trail.

Your Mother was raised a way down in Texas,
Where the Gymson weeds and the sandburs grow.
We’ll fill you up on Prickly Pear and Choya,
Till you are ready for Idaho.

Here are links to some recordings of this song: by Roy Rogers by Gene Autry by Tex Ritter