Git Along, Little Dogies

(Night-Herding Song)

Words & Music:

Traditional Cowboy

 

   C       F           G7          C

As I was a-walking one morning for pleasure,

             F         G7         C

I spied a cowpuncher a-strolling along.

C                   F            G7          C

His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling,

C           F               G7           C

And as he approached he was singing this song.

 

CHORUS:

        C7             F

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,

     C7                  F

It's your misfortune and none of my own,

        C              G7           C

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along, little dogies,

    C           F          G7          C

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 the horses, load up the chuck wagon,

And then throw the dogies upon the long trail.

 

CHORUS:

 

Your mother was raised away down in Texas,

Where the jimson weed and the sand-burrs grow,

Now we'll fill you up on prickly pear and cactus,

Till you are all ready for Idaho.

 

CHORUS:

 

Oh, you'll be soup for Uncle Sam's soldiers,

It's "Beef, more beef," I hear them cry.

Git along, git along, git along little dogies,

You'll be beef steers by and by.

 

CHORUS:

 

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.

 

CHORUS:

 

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