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Git Along Little Doggies As I was a walking one morning for pleasure I spied a cow puncher all riding alone His hat was thrown back and his spurs was a jiggling and As he approached he was singing this song Chorus: "Woopee Ti-Yi-Yo git along, little doggies, It's your misfortune and none of my own," "Woopee Ti-Yi-Yo git along, little doggies, You know that Wyoming will be your new home Some cowboys go out on the trail just for pleasure But that's where they do it most awfully wrong For words couldn't tell all the trouble they give us It takes all the time just to drive them along. Chorus (Repeat)
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