Git Along Little Dogies

(albüm: American Folk Songbook - 2011)

Wee-dee-tee-dee-tee-yay
Ho de-yo-de-lay-ee-dee

As I was a-riding one morning for pleasure
I spied a young cowboy a-riding along
Well, 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, git along you little dogies
It's your misfortune, none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
You know Wyoming will be your new home

It's early in the spring when they round up the dogies
Mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off the tails
Round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon
Then throw them little dogies out on the north trail

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
It's your misfortune, none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
You know Wyoming will be your new home

Wee-dee-tee-dee-tee-yay
Ho de-yo-de-lay-ee-dee

Mother was a-raised way down in Texas
Where the jimson weed and La Chollas grow
They'll fill you up them prickly pear cactus
'Til you are ready for Idaho

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
It's your misfortune, none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
You know 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 a-driving them dogies along

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
It's your misfortune, none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
You know Wyoming will be your new home
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune, none of my own
Git along, git along, git along you little dogies
Git on, you dogies, be on your way

Wee-dee-tee-dee-tee-yay
Ho de-yo-de-lay-ee-dee

Ooh-de-lay-ee-dee
Oh-de-loh
How-day-oh-lay-ee-oh day-ee-dee