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