As I was out walkin' one mornin' for pleasure
I spied a cow puncher a-ridin' along
His hat was thrown back and his spurs were a-jinglin'
And as he approached he was singin' this song

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie
You know that Wyoming will be your new home

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie
You know that Wyoming will be your new home

It's early in the spring when they round up the doggies
They mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails
They round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon
Then send the doggies out on the long tail

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie
You know that Wyoming will be your new home

Your mother was raised a-way down in Texas
Where the Jimsonweed and the sandburrs grow
We'll feed you up on prickly pear and cholla
And then send you roamin' to old Idaho

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie
You know that Wyoming will be your new home