Biografía:
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse]
C F G7 C
As I was walking one morning for pleasure,
C F G7 C
I spied a cow-puncher aridin' along.
C F G7 C
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were ajinglin',
C F G7 C
and as he approached he was singin' this song:
[Chorus]
G7 F
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's
G7 F
your misfortune and none of my own.
C F G7 C
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
C F G7 C
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
[Verse]
C F G7 C
It's whooping and yelling and drivin' the dogies
C F G7 C
And oh how I wish you wuld only go on!
C F G7 C
It's whooping and punching, go on, little dogies,
C F G7 C
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
[Chorus]
G7 F
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's
G7 F
your misfortune and none of my own.
C F G7 C
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
C F G7 C
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
[Verse]
C F G7 C
Some boys, they go up on the trail just for pleasure,
C F G7 C
But that's where they get it most awfully wrong.
C F G7 C
You haven't a notion the trouble they give us,
C F G7 C
It takes all our time to keep moving along.
[Chorus]
G7 F
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's
G7 F
your misfortune and none of my own.
C F G7 C
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
C F G7 C
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
[Verse]
C F G7 C
Your mother was raised way down in Texas,
C F G7 C
Where the jimson weed and the sandburs grow.
C F G7 C
We'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla,
C F G7 C
Then throw you on the trail to Idaho.
[Chorus]
G7 F
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's
G7 F
your misfortune and none of my own.
C F G7 C
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
C F G7 C
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
C F G7 C
As I was walking one morning for pleasure,
C F G7 C
I spied a cow-puncher aridin' along.
C F G7 C
His hat was throwed back and his spurs were ajinglin',
C F G7 C
and as he approached he was singin' this song:
[Chorus]
G7 F
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's
G7 F
your misfortune and none of my own.
C F G7 C
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
C F G7 C
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
[Verse]
C F G7 C
It's whooping and yelling and drivin' the dogies
C F G7 C
And oh how I wish you wuld only go on!
C F G7 C
It's whooping and punching, go on, little dogies,
C F G7 C
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
[Chorus]
G7 F
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's
G7 F
your misfortune and none of my own.
C F G7 C
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
C F G7 C
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
[Verse]
C F G7 C
Some boys, they go up on the trail just for pleasure,
C F G7 C
But that's where they get it most awfully wrong.
C F G7 C
You haven't a notion the trouble they give us,
C F G7 C
It takes all our time to keep moving along.
[Chorus]
G7 F
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's
G7 F
your misfortune and none of my own.
C F G7 C
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
C F G7 C
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
[Verse]
C F G7 C
Your mother was raised way down in Texas,
C F G7 C
Where the jimson weed and the sandburs grow.
C F G7 C
We'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla,
C F G7 C
Then throw you on the trail to Idaho.
[Chorus]
G7 F
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's
G7 F
your misfortune and none of my own.
C F G7 C
Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies,
C F G7 C
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
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