As I was out walkin', one mornin' for pleasure I spied a cow-puncher, ridin' alone His hat was thrown back and his spurs were a-jinglin' And as he approached, he was singin' this song Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along, you little dogies It's your misfortune and none of my own Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along, you little dogies You know that Wyomin' will be your new home It's early in the Spring, when we round up the dogies We mark 'em, and brand 'em, and bob off their tails Round up the horses, load up the chuckwagon Then, throw the dogies out on the long trail Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along, you little dogies It's your misfortune and none of my own Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along, you little dogies You know that Wyomin' will be your new home Your mother was raised a-way down in Texas Where the Gypsum weed and the Sandburs grow We'll fill you up on Prickly-Pear Choya 'Til you are ready for Idaho Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along, you little dogies It's your misfortune and none of my own Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, get along, you little dogies You know that Wyomin' will be your new home