Get Along Little Dogies - The Weavers

As I was out riding one morning for pleasure

I spied a young cowboy a-riding along

His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jingling

And as he was riding he was singing this song

Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies;

It’s your misfortune, ain’t none of my own

Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies

You know that Wyoming will be your new home

When spring comes along we round up the dogies

We stick on their brands and we bob off their tails

Pick out the strays, then the herd is inspected

And the very next day we go out on the trail

Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies;

It’s your misfortune, ain’t none of my own

Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies

You know that Wyoming will be your new home

We ride on the prairies across the wide rivers

And on through the flats where there’s never a town

Our horses are weary, we’re tired and we’re hungry;

Lay still, little dogies, stop roamin' around

Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies;

It’s your misfortune, ain’t none of my own

Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies

You know that Wyoming will be your new home

Night is a-comin' and the dogies are strayin'

They’re farther from home than they’ve been before

Come on, little dogies, it’s time to be rollin'

When we get to Wyoming, we’ll roll no more

Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies;

It’s your misfortune, ain’t none of my own

Whoopee, ti-yi-yo, git along, little dogies

You know that Wyoming will be your new home