Whoopee Ti Yi Yo

As I was a-walking one morning for pleasure, I spied a young cowpuncher a-riding alone. His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling, As he approached me a-singing this song. 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, For you know Wyoming will be your new home. Some fellows goes up the trail for pleasure, But that's where they've got it most awfully wrong, For you haven't an idea the trouble they give us, As we go a-driving them dogies along. 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, For you know Wyoming will be your new home.