Wee-dee-tee-dee-tee-yay
Ho de-yo-de-lay-ee-dee
As I was a-ridin' one morning for pleasure
I spied a young cowboy a-ridin' along
Well, his hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling
And as he rode by he was singing this song:
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
It's your misfortune, none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
You know Wyoming will be your new home
It's early in the spring when they round up the dogies
Mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off the tails
Round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon
Then throw them little dogies out on the north trail
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
It's your misfortune, none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
You know Wyoming will be your new home
Wee-dee-tee-dee-tee-yay
Ho de-yo-de-lay-ee-dee
Mother was a-raised way down in Texas
Where the jimson weed and La Chollas grow
They'll fill you up them prickly pear cactus
'Til you are ready for Idaho
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
It's your misfortune, none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
You know Wyoming will be your new home
Some boys go up the long trail for pleasure
But that's where they get it most awfully wrong
For you'll never know the trouble they give us
As we go a-drivin' them dogies along
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
It's your misfortune, none of my own
Whoopie ti yi yo, git along you little dogies
You know Wyoming will be your new home
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It's your misfortune, none of my own
Git along, git along, git along you little dogies
Git on, you dogies, be on your way
Wee-dee-tee-dee-tee-yay
Ho de-yo-de-lay-ee-dee
Ooh-de-lay-ee-dee
Oh-de-loh
How-day-oh-lay-ee-oh day-ee-dee