Git Along Dogies

Capo the 3rd fret-- 1: As I was walking one morning for pleasure, I spied a cow-puncher aridin' along. His hat was throwed back and his spurs were ajinglin', and as he approached he was singin' this song: CHROUS 2: It's early in spring that we round up the dogies, We mark them and brand them and bob off their tales. We round up our horses, load up the chuck wagon, and then throw the dogies out onto the trail. CHORUS 3: It's whooping and yelling and drivin' the dogies And oh how I wish you wuld only go on! It's whooping and punching, go on, little dogies, You know that Wyoming will be your new home. CHORUS 4: Some boys, they go up on the trail just for pleasure, But that's where they get it most awfully wrong. You haven't a notion the trouble they give us, It takes all our time to keep moving along. CHORUS 5: Your mother was raised way down in Texas, Where the jimson weed and the sandburs grow. We'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla, Then throw you on the trail to Idaho. CHORUS CHORUS--- 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 Wyoming will be your new home. ********************************************************************** \ | / \|/________ ---O--- \ /|\________ \ ____________ / | \ \ \/ | \ A BAR J | \____________|_ ANDREW D. LOWRY INDIANA UNIVERSITY [email protected]