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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 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 Comma ti-yey Comma ti-yipty-ayey 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 Comma ti-yey Comma ti-yipty-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 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
Writer(s): Don Raye, Gene De Paul, Benny Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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