Lyrics:

Out on the plains, down near Santa Fe
I met a cowboy riding the range one day
And as he jogged along, I heard him singin'
A most peculiar cowboy song
It was a ditty he learned in the city
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Get along, get hip, little doggies
Get along, better be on your way
Get along, get hip, little doggies
And he trucked 'em on down the old fairway
Singing his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way
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Singing his cowboy song, he's just too much
He's got a knocked-out western accent
With a Harlem touch, he was raised on loco weed
He's what you call a swing half-breed
Singing his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way
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Get along, little doggie
Better be on your way, your way
G-get along, little doggie
And he trucked 'em on down the old fairway

Singin' his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way
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Yip yip, singing his cowboy songs
Yip yip, as he was juggling along
Yip yip, he sings with a Harlem touch
Yip yip, that cat is just too much
Singin' his cow, cow boogie, in the strangest way
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