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Oh, little dogies, |
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It's your misfortune and none of my own. |
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Whoop-ee-ti-yi-o get along little dogies, |
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You know that Wyoming will be your new home. |
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That cattle trail's rough and a hard road to travel, |
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That old Jack O' Diamonds is a hard card to play. |
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Get along, get along, get along little dogies, |
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Get along little dogies and be on your way. |
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Whoop-ee-ti-yi-o get along little dogies, |
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It's your misfortune and none of my own. |
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Whoop-ee-ti-yi-o get along little dogies, |
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You know that Wyoming will be your new home. |
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Some boys have hit this old cow trail for pleasure, |
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But that's where they get it most awfully wrong. |
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I wish I could tell you the troubles they give us, |
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As we go rolling these dogies along. |
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Whoop-ee-ti-yi-o get along little dogies, |
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It's your misfortune and none of my own. |
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Whoop-ee-ti-yi-o get along little dogies, |
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You know that Wyoming will be your new home. |
