As I was out walkin' one morning for pleasure
I spied a cow-puncher a ridin' along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a jinglin'

And as he rode by he was singin' this song

Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies

it's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home


It's early in the spring we round up the dogies
We catch 'em we brand 'em and bob off their tales

Round out the horses load up the chuck wagon
And then throw the dogies out on the long trail


Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies
it's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies

You know that Wyomin' will be your new home

Your mother was raised way down in Texas

Where the tall jimson weed and the sandburs grow
We'll fill you up on tall grass and cholla
Till you're ready for old Idaho


Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies
it's your misfortune and none of my own

Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies
You know that Wyomin' will be your new home