Git Along Little Dogies chords by Roy Rogers

Verse:
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As I was walking one morning for pleasure,
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I spied a cow-puncher aridin' along.
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His hat was throwed back and his spurs were ajinglin',
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and as he approached he was singin' this song:

Chorus:
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's
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your misfortune and none of my own.
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
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You know that Wyoming will be your new home.

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It's whooping and yelling and drivin' the dogies
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And oh how I wish you wuld only go on!
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It's whooping and punching, go on, little dogies,
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You know that Wyoming will be your new home.

Chorus:
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's
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your misfortune and none of my own.
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
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You know that Wyoming will be your new home.


Verse:
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Some boys, they go up on the trail just for pleasure,
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But that's where they get it most awfully wrong.
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You haven't a notion the trouble they give us,
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It takes all our time to keep moving along.

Chorus:
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's
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your misfortune and none of my own.
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
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You know that Wyoming will be your new home.

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Your mother was raised way down in Texas,
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Where the jimson weed and the sandburs grow.
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We'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla,
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Then throw you on  the trail to Idaho.

Chorus:
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's
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your misfortune and none of my own.
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Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
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