As I was a-walkin' one morning for pleasure
I spied a young cowboy a-ridin' along
Well his hat was shoved back and his spurs was a-jinglin'
And as he was ridin' he was singin' this song

   [bad word] 
   Whoopee-ti-yi-yo git along little dogies
   It's your misfortune and none of my own
   Whoopee-ti yi yo git along little dogies
   You know that Wyoming will be your new home

It's early in the springtime we round up the dogies
We cut 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails
Round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon
And then throw the dogies out on the north trail

   [bad word] 

Your mother was raised way down in Texas
Where the jimson weed and the chollas grow
But we'll fill you up on those prickly-pear briars
Until you are ready for Idaho

   [bad word]