John Stewart/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds
As I was out walkin` one mornin` for pleasure, I spied a cow puncher a-ridin` along.
His hat was thrown back and his spurs were a-jinglin` and as he approached he was singin` this song:
Chorus:
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. It`s your misfortune and none of my own.
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. You know that Wyoming will be your new home. (Chorus)
It`s early in the spring when they round up the doggies. They mark `em and brand `em and bob off their tails.
They round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon. Then send the doggies out on the long tail.
(Chorus)
Your mother was raised a-way down in Texas where the Jimsonweed and the sandburrs grow.
We`ll feed you up on prickly pear and cholla and then send you roamin` to old Idaho.
(Chorus)