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While I was walkin' one mornin' for pleasure |
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I spied a young cowboy just ridin' along |
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His hat was throwed back and his spurs were jinglin' |
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And as he approached he was singin' this song |
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Yippy ti yi yo, get along little doggies |
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It's your misfortune and none of my own |
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Yippy ti yi yo, get along little doggies |
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You know that Wyoming will be your new home |
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Now, early in spring we'll round up the doggies |
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Mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their tails |
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Round up the horses, load up the check wagons |
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And follow the doggies on the lonesome old trail |
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Yippy ti yi yo, get along little doggies |
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It's your misfortune and none of my own |
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Yippy ti yi yo, get along little doggies |
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You know that Wyoming will be your new home |
