Cowboy - Git Along Dogies
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Band name | Cowboy |
Song name | Git Along Dogies |
Tab type | Guitar tab |
Added | 05/09/2008 |
Size | 2.58 kb |
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us without our hat. The only extravagance portrayed here is what is known as "jinglebobs" on his spurs. Jinglebobs, that is the real name, no-kiddin', are those things that make Clint Eastwood go "ching-ching-ching" as he walks down the dusty street and wastes the bad-guys in those great "spaghetti" westerns. Some guys will tell you that the "music" of the jinglebobs tended to keep the cattle calm on the drives. Sounds as good as anything I guess. "Git along, little dogies" Capo the 3rd fret-- 1: D G D E7 A7 As I was walking one morning for pleasure, I spied a cow-puncher aridin' along. D G D His hat was throwed back and his spurs were ajinglin', and as he approached A7 D he was singin' this song: CHROUS 2: D G D It's early in spring that we round up the dogies, We mark them and brand E7 A7 D G them and bob off their tales. We round up our horses, load up the D A7 D chuck wagon, and then throw the dogies out onto the trail. CHORUS 3: It's whooping and yelling and drivin' the dogies And oh how I wish you wuld only go on! It's whooping and punching, go on, little dogies, You know that Wyoming will be your new home. CHORUS 4: Some boys, they go up on the trail just for pleasure, But that's where they get it most awfully wrong. You haven't a notion the trouble they give us, It takes all our time to keep moving along. CHORUS 5: Your mother was raised way down in Texas, Where the jimson weed and the sandburs grow. We'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla, Then throw you on the trail to Idaho. CHORUS CHORUS--- D G D G D Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, It's E7 A your misfortune and none of my own. D G D G D Whoop-ee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies, E7 A7 D You know that Wyoming will be your new home. ********************************************************************** \ | / \|/________ ---O--- \ /|\________ \ ____________ / | \ \ \/ | \ A BAR J | \____________|_ ANDREW D. LOWRY INDIANA UNIVERSITY alowry@silver.ucs.indiana.edu