Run Along, Little Dogies (Album Version)

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