As I was out riding one morning for pleasure

I spied a young cowboy-a riding along

His hat was throw'd back and his spurs were jingling

And as he was riding he was singing this song



Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little dogies

It's your misfortune ain't none of my own

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little dogies

You know that Wyoming will be your new home



When spring comes along we'll round up the dogies

We'll stick on their brands and we'll bob off their tails

Pick out the strays, then the herd is inspected

And the very next day we'll go out on the trail



Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little dogies

It's your misfortune ain't none of my own

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little dogies

You know that Wyoming will be your new home



We'll ride on the Prairies' across the wide rivers

And on through the flats where there's never a town

Our horses are weary, we're tired and we're hungry

They still, little dogies stop roaming around



Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little dogies

It's your misfortune ain't none of my own

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little dogies

You know that Wyoming will be your new home



Tide is a-comin' and the dogies are straying

They're farther from home than they've been before

Come on little dogies it's time to be rollin'

When we get to Wyoming we'll roll no more



Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little dogies

It's your misfortune ain't none of my own

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little dogies

You know that Wyoming will be your new home

Whoopee ti yi yo