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

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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

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.

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Your mother was raised away down in Texas,
Where the gipsom weed and the 'sanders grow
We'll feed you up on prickly-pear and choya
And then send you loapin' to old Idaho

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