This is probably the most notable of all cowboy songs. In a capsule, it
portrays the history of cattle raising, the business that created the
cowboy. The first verse details it all. Note that we "ride" along. We
don't gallop, don't cantor, don't trot--we wear our hat, you'll never see
us without our hat. The only extravagance portrayed here is what is known
as "jinglebobs" on his spurs. Jinglebobs, that is the real name, no-kiddin',
are those things that make Clint Eastwood go "ching-ching-ching" as he
walks down the dusty street and wastes the bad-guys in those great
"spaghetti" westerns. Some guys will tell you that the "music" of the
jinglebobs tended to keep the cattle calm on the drives. Sounds as good as
anything I guess.
"Git along, little dogies"
Capo the 3rd fret--
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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
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
and drivin' the dogies
And oh how I wish
you wuld only go on!
It's whooping and punching,
go on, little dogies,
You know that Wyoming
will be your new home.
Some boys, they go up on