I'm going to leave old Texas now They've got no use for the long-horn cow! They've plowed and fenced my cattle range And the people there are all so strange! Hoooo hoooo hoooo And the people here are all so strange! I'll take my horse, I'll take my rope And hit the trail upon a lope! I'll live my life where the doggies go From Old Fort Worth to Mexico Hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo. (Doggies Go) From Old Fort Worth to Mexico I'll make my home, home on the wide, wide range Where the people there are not so strange! The hard, hard ground will be my bed As saddle seat will hold my head (Doggies go) And Saddle Seat will hold my head