I Ride an Old Paint / Whoopee Ti-Yi-Yo, Git Along Little Doggies

I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan I'm off to Montana for to throw the hooley ann They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw Ride around little dogies, ride around real slow The fiery and snuffy are raring to go Now old Bill Jones had two daughters and the song One went to Denver the other went wrong His wife was killed in a pool room fight And he sings this song from morning till night Ride around little dogies, ride around real slow The fiery and snuffy are raring to go As I was out walking one morning for pleasure I spied a young cowpuncher riding along His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jingling And as he approached he was singing this song Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies It's your misfortune and none of my own Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies You know that Wyoming will be your new home Early in the springtime we round up the dogies We mark 'em and then brand 'em and then bob off their tails Round up the horses, and load the chuck wagon Then throw them little dogies right out on the trail Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies It's your misfortune and none of my own Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies You know that Wyoming will be your new home Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies It's your misfortune and none of my own Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies You know that Wyoming will be your new home