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Out on the west down by Santa Fe |
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I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day |
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And as he jogged along I heard him singing |
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A most peculiar cowboy song |
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It was a ditty, he learned in the city |
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Comma ti yi yi yeah |
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Comma ti yippity yi yeah |
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Oh get along, get along little doggies |
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Get along, you better be on your way |
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Get along, get hip little doggies |
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And he trucked 'em on down the old fairway |
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Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest way |
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Comma ti yi yi yeah |
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Comma ti yippity yi yeah |
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(Chorus) |
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Singin' his cowboy song |
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Was just too much |
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He's got a knocked out western accent with a Harlem touch |
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He was raised on local weed |
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That cat he's what you call a swing half breed |
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Singin' his Cow Cow Booogie in the strangest way |
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Comma ti yi yi yeah |
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Comma ti yippity yi yeah |
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(Yeah, Cow Cow) |
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[Interlude] |
