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1990**lf**Traditional**lf****lf**I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan**lf**I''m goin'' to Montana for to throw a hootin'' hand**lf**They feed in the coolies, they water in the draw**lf**Their tails are matted, their backs are all raw**lf****lf**Ride around little doggies, ride around real slow**lf**For the Firey and Snuffy are rarein'' to go**lf****lf**Now, old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song**lf**One went to Denver and the other went wrong**lf**His wife was killed in a pool room fight**lf**He sings this song from mornin'' til night**lf****lf**Ride around little doggies, ride around real slow**lf**For the Firey and Snuffy are rarein'' to go**lf****lf**As I was out walkin'' one mornin'' for to pleasure**lf**I spied a young cow puncher a-ridin'' along**lf**His hat was trowed back and his spurs were a-jinglin''**lf**And as he approached, he was singin'' this song**lf****lf**Whoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little doggies**lf**Its your missfortune and none of my own**lf**Whoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little doggies**lf**Know that Wyoming will be your new home**lf****lf**Early in the spring time, we round up the doggies**lf**We marked''em, and we brand''em, and we bob off their tails**lf**Round up the horses and load the chuckwagon**lf**And throw them little doggies right out on the trail**lf****lf**Whoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little doggies**lf**Its your missfortune and none of my own**lf**Whoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little doggies**lf**You know that Wyoming will be your new home**lf****lf**Whoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little doggies**lf**Its your missfortune and none of my own**lf**Whoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little doggies**lf**You know that Wyoming will be your new home