As I rode out one mornin' for pleasure
I spied a young cowboy a'ridin' along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a 'jinglin'
And as he rode on he was singin' this song

Whoopee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home

When spring comes along we round up the dogies
We stick on their brands and we bob off their tails
Kick out the strays that the herd has collected
The very next day we go out on the trail

Whoopee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home

Some folks might think trail ridin's a pleasure
If you got that notion you got it dead wrong
If I ever got any fun out of trailin'
I'd have no good reason for singin' this song

Whoopee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee ti-yi-yo git along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home