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counter and smiles at the waitress as she tries real hard to
remember his name.
Early in the springtime we round up the doggies
Mark ’em and brand ’em and bob off their tails
Round up the horses, load up the chuck wagon
Then throw the little dogies out on the long trail—
Roy thanks her and leaves her a tip worth rememberin’, he
walks out the door and back into light. The pigeons all scurry
when they see him comin’, there’s something about him that just
don’t seem right.
Whoopee-ti-yi-yo, git along little doggies
It’s your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee-ti-yi-yo, git along little doggies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home—
Roy walks along smilin’, his hand grips his coffee, his knees
feel like new and his brain is a-swirl. He passes by people and
tips them his greetin’, he actually smiles at a beautiful girl.
Night comes on and we’ll hold ’em on the bedground
The same little doggies that rolled on so slow
We roll up the herd and cut out the stray ones
Then roll the little doggies like never before—
Roy sashays on downtown with no cares a-showin’, he smiles
as he listens and sways as he moves. The people who pass him
all look gray and broken, none of them like him and no one
approves.
Some boys go up the long trail for pleasure
But that’s where they get it most awfully wrong
For you’ll never know the trouble they give us
As we go drivin’ them doggies along—
The sign that hangs there bright in the morning, it calls out to
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