As I was walking one morning for pleasure
I spied a cowpuncher a-riding alone
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling
And as he approached he was singing this song
Whoopie ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies
It's your mis-for-tune and none of my own
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git a-long little dogies
You know that Wyoming will 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 our horses, load up the chuck wagon
And then throw the dogies out onto the trail
It's whooping and yelling and driving the dogies, and
Oh, how I wish you would only go on
It's whooping and punching, go on, little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
Whoopie ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies
It's your mis-for-tune and none of my own
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git a-long little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home