Whoopee Ti Yi Yo Git Along Little Dogies

Whoopee Ti Yi Yo Git Along Little Dogies

As I walked out one morning for pleasure
I spied a cow puncher all riding alone
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a jingling
As he approached me a-singin’ this song.

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
For you know Wyoming will be your new home.

Early in spring we round up the dogies
Mark and brand and bob off their tails
Round up our horses load up the chuck wagons
Then throw the dogies upon the trail.

It’s whooping and yelling and driving the dogies
Oh how I wish you would go on
It’s whooping and punching and go on little dogies
For you know Wyoming will be your new home.

Some boys go up the trail for pleasure
But that’s where you get it most awfully wrong
For you haven’t any idea the trouble they give us
While we go driving them all along.

When the night comes on and we hold them on the bedground
These little dogies that roll on so slow
Roll up the herd and cut out the strays
And roll the little dogies that never rolled before.

You mother she was raised way down in Texas
Where the jimson weed and sand burrs grow
Now we’ll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla
Till you are ready for the trail to Idaho.

Oh you’ll be soup for Uncle Sam’s Injuns
It’s beef heap beef I hear them cry
Git along git along git along little dogies
You’re going to the beef steers by and by.