Whoopee
Ti-Yi-Yo
As I was
a-walkin’
one
mornin’
for
pleasure,
I spied
a
cowpuncher
a-lopin’
along.
His hat
was
throwed
back and
his
spurs
was a-jinglin’
And as
he
approached
he was
singin’
this
song:
Chorus
Whoopee
ti-yi-yo,
git
along
little
dogies,
For you
know
that
Wyoming’ll
be your
new
home.
Whoopee
ti-yi-yo,
git
along
little
dogies,
For you
know
that
Wyoming’ll
be your
new
home.
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 the
horses,
load up
the
chuckwagon,
And then
throw
the
dogies
up on
the long
trail.
Chorus
Your
mother
was
raised
away
down in
Texas,
Where
the
jimson
weed and
sandburs
grow.
Now
we’ll
fill you
up on
prickly
pear and
cholla,
Till you
are all
ready
for the
trail to
Idaho.
Chorus
Oh,
you’ll
be soup
for
Uncle
Sam’s
Injuns,
“It’s
beef,
heap
beef!” I
hear
them
cry.
Git
along,
git
along,
git
along
little
dogies;
You’ll
be beef
steers
by and
by.
Chorus
|
|
|
|