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Run Along, Little Dogies - Don Edwads
I was riding one morning for pleasure
I spied a cowpuncher come a-loping along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jingling
As he drew near me he was singing this song
Hush-a-loo little laddy lie easy
Who's your real daddy may never be known
He's weeping and wailing and rocking the cradle
Tending a baby that's none of my own
When spring come along we round up the dogies
We mark 'em we brand 'em we bob off their tails
Round up the horses load up the chuck wagon
Throw them dogies out on that long trail
Singing hoop-ay-ay-ey run along little dogie
For Montana will be our new home
Whooping and a-cussing and driving them dogies
It's our misfortune we ever did roam
It's worse in the night just after the round-up
When the dogies are a-gracing from the herd all around
You have no ideas the trouble they give
To the boys who are holding them on the dead ground
Hush-a-oly little dogies lie easy
Soon Montana will be our new home
Singing and humming and cussing them dogies
It's our misfortune that we ever did roam
Early in the morning we throw off the bed ground
Aiming to grace 'em and hour or two
When they are full you think you could drive 'em
Out on the trail but be d**ned if you do
Singing hoop-ay-ay-ey run along little dogie
For Montana will be our new home
Whooping and a-cussing and driving them dogies
It's our misfortune that we ever did roam
Some boys they go up the cow trail for pleasure
But that's where they get it most off of their own
If it hadn't have been for them troublesome dogies
I'd have no reason for to singing this song
Hoop-ay-ay-ey run along little dogies
For Montana will be our new home
It's a whooping and a-cussing
And a-driving them dogies
It's our misfortune that we ever did roam
Hush-a-loo little laddy lie easy
Who's your real daddy may never be known
He's weeping and wailing and rocking the cradle
And tending a baby that's none of my own
