Git Along Little Dogies

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As I was walking one morning for 
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pleasure,
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I spied a cow-puncher aridin' along.
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His hat was throwed back and his 
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spurs were ajinglin',
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and as he approached he was 
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singin' this song:

[Chorus]
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little 
dogies, It's
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your misfortune and none of my own.
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along 
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little dogies,
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You know that Wyoming will be 
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your new home.

[Verse]
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It's whooping and yelling and 
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drivin' the dogies
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And oh how I wish you wuld only go 
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on!
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It's whooping and punching, go 
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on, little dogies,
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You know that Wyoming will be 
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your new home.

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[Chorus]
         G7             F
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little 
dogies, It's
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your misfortune and none of my own.
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along 
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little dogies,
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You know that Wyoming will be 
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your new home.


[Verse]
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Some boys, they go up on the 
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trail just for pleasure,
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But that's where they get it most
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 awfully wrong.
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You haven't a notion the trouble 
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they give us,
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It takes all our time to keep 
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moving along.

[Chorus]
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little 
dogies, It's
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your misfortune and none of my own.
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along 
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little dogies,
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You know that Wyoming will be 
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your new home.

[Verse]
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Your mother was raised way down in 
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Texas,
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Where the jimson weed and the 
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sandburs grow.
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We'll fill you up on prickly pear
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 and cholla,
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Then throw you on  the trail to 
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Idaho.

[Chorus]
         G7             F
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little 
dogies, It's
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your misfortune and none of my own.
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along 
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little dogies,
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You know that Wyoming will be 
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your new home.