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