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Introdução:
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As I was walking one morning for pleasure, I spied a cow-puncher aridin' along.
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His hat was throwed back and his spurs were ajinglin', and as he approached
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he was singin' this song: CHROUS
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It's early in spring that we round up the dogies, We mark them and brand
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them and bob off their tales. We round up our horses, load up the
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chuck wagon, and then throw the dogies out onto the trail. CHORUS
It's whooping and yelling
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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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