Me for the sun comin' up in the sky
Me for the rosy dawn
Me for a pan full of bacon to fry
And I'll be moseyin' on
Me for the land where the bluebonnets grow
Me for a cowhand song
Just mention Texas and New Mexico
And I'll be gettin' along
March on, little dogies
March on down the trail
March on, little dogies
'Til we're past the last fence rail
Out there lies the prairie
Out there breaks the day
Oh, we don't know where we're goin'
But we're on our way
March on, little dogies
March on down the trail
March on, little dogies
'Til we're past the last fence rail
Out there lies the prairie
Out there breaks the day
Oh, we don't know where we're goin'
But we're on our way
Me for a campfire out on the trail
Me for an old high noose
Me for the sound of a coyote's wail
Then I'm all set to vamoose
You for a pipe when evenin' is still
You for your own backyard
I'll be the first feller over the hill
Me for a campfire out on the trail
An old high noose, a coyote's wail
With nothin' to do
And nobody askin' you why
Give me a cowhand's song
And I'll be gettin' along
March on, little dogies
March on down the trail
March on, little dogies
'Til we're past the last fence rail
Out there lies the prairie
Out there breaks the day
Oh, we don't know where we're goin'
But we're on our way
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