Lyrics:

1990TraditionalI ride an old paint, I lead an old DanI''m goin'' to Montana for to throw a hootin'' handThey feed in the coolies, they water in the drawTheir tails are matted, their backs are all rawRide around little doggies, ride around real slowFor the Firey and Snuffy are rarein'' to goNow, old Bill Jones had two daughters and a songOne went to Denver and the other went wrongHis wife was killed in a pool room fightHe sings this song from mornin'' til nightRide around little doggies, ride around real slowFor the Firey and Snuffy are rarein'' to goAs I was out walkin'' one mornin'' for to pleasureI spied a young cow puncher a-ridin'' alongHis hat was trowed back and his spurs were a-jinglin''And as he approached, he was singin'' this songWhoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little doggiesIts your missfortune and none of my ownWhoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little doggiesKnow that Wyoming will be your new homeEarly in the spring time, we round up the doggiesWe marked''em, and we brand''em, and we bob off their tailsRound up the horses and load the chuckwagonAnd throw them little doggies right out on the trailWhoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little doggiesIts your missfortune and none of my ownWhoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little doggiesYou know that Wyoming will be your new homeWhoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little doggiesIts your missfortune and none of my ownWhoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little doggiesYou know that Wyoming will be your new home