Whoopie-ti-yi-yo Lyrics

As I was out walkin' one mornin' for pleasure
I spied a cowpuncher a-ridin along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jingling
And as he approached, he was singin' this song

Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along you little dogie's
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along you little dogie's
You know that Wyoming will be your new home

It's early in the spring when we round up the dogies
We mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails
We round up the horses, load up the chuck-wagon,
Then send the dogies out on the long trail.


Your mother was raised away down in Texas,
Where the gypsum weed and the sandburs grow
We'll feed you up on prickly-pear and cholla
'Till you are ready for Idaho


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