Git Along Little Dogies (Classic Motown))

[Guitar intro] [Verse] As I was walking one morning for pleasure, I spied a cowpuncher a-riding alone; His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling, And as he approached he was singing this song: [Chorus] “Whoopie ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It’s your mis-for-tune and none of my own: Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git a-long lit-tle do-gies, You know that Wy-o-ming will be your new home. [Verse] It’s early in spring that we round up the dogies, We mark them and brand them and bob off their tails; We round up our horses, load up the chuck wagon. And then throw the dogies out onto the trail. [Verse] It’s whooping and yelling and driving the dogies, and Oh, how I wish you would only go on; It’s whooping and punching, go on, little dogies, You know that Wyoming will be your new home. [Chorus] “Whoopie ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It’s your mis-for-tune and none of my own: Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git a-long lit-tle do-gies, You know that Wy-o-ming will be your new home. [Guitar outro] [Silence] [End]