Lyrics
Out on the plains down near Santa Fe
I met a cowboy riding the range one day
And as he jogged along I heard him singing
A most peculiar cowboy song
It was a ditty, he learned in the city
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Get along, get hip little doggies
Get along, better be on your way
Get along, get hip little doggies
He trucked them on down the old fairway
Singin' his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way
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Singin' his cowboy song
He's just too much
He's got a knocked out western accent with a Harlem touch
He was raised on local weed
He's what you call a normal swing half-breed
Singin' his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way
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Get along little doggie, better be on your way, your way
Get along little doggie
And he trucked them on down the old fairway
Singin' his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way
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Yip, yip singing his cowboy song
Yip, yip as he was joggling along
Yip, yip he sings with a Harlem touch
Yip, yip the glud is just too much
Singing his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti-ya-ya-ya-ya-ayey
Get along little doggie, better be on your way, your way
Get along little doggie
And he trucked them on down the old fairway
Singin' his cow, cow boogie in the strangest way
Comma ti-yey
Comma ti-yipty-ayey
Out on the plains down near Santa Fe
I met a cowboy riding the range one day
And as he jogged along I heard him singing
A most peculiar cowboy song
It was a ditty, he learned in the city
Comma ti-yey
Comma ti-yipty-ayey
Comma ti-yipty-ayey
Comma ti-yipty-ayey
