Roy Rogers - Git Along Little Dogies ( 1940 )

As I was a-walkin' one mornin' for pleasure

I spied a cowpuncher all ridin' alone

His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jinglin'

And as he approached he was singin' this song.

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies

It's your misfortune and none of my own

Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies

You know that Wyomin' will be your new home.

It's early in the spring that we round up the dogies

We mark 'em and brand them and bob off their tails

Round up the horses load up the chuck wagon

Then throw the dogies out on the north trail.

Your mother was raised away down in Texas

Where the jimson weed and the sand burrs grow

We'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla

Until you are ready for Idaho.

      "A thing of beauty is a joy forever."