Whoopie Ti-Yi-Yo

Whoopie Ti-Yi-Yo


As I walked out one morning for pleasure,
I met a cowpuncher a-riding along
His hat was throwd back and his spurs was a-jinglin
And as he approached he was singin' this song
Whoopie Ti-Yi-Yo, get along little dogies
Its your misfortune and none of my own,
Whoopie Ti-Yi-Yo, get along little dogies
For you know Wyoming will be your new home.

Arizona, in this case, but at least she's bound for a peaceful, productive life making calves, not for the slaughterhouse.