As I was out walking one morning for pleasure
I spied a cowpuncher a-riding along
His hat was thrown back and his spurs were a-jingling
And as he approached he was singing this song
Whoopi-ty-aye-oh, git along you little dogie
It′s your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopi-ty-aye-oh, git along you little dogie
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
It's early in the spring when we round up the dogie
We mark ′em and brand 'em and bob off their tails
Round up the horses, load up the chuckwagon
And then send the dogies out on the long trail
Whoopi-ty-aye-oh, git along you little dogie
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopi-ty-aye-oh, git along you little dogie
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
Your mother was raised a-way down in Texas
Where the jimson weed and the sanders grow
We′ll feed you up on prickly pear cholla
And then send you lopin′ to old Idaho
Whoopi-ty-aye-oh, git along you little dogie
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopi-ty-aye-oh, git along you little dogie
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
Writer(s): J. Stewart, B. Shane, T. Wadsworth, N. Reynolds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
