Me
for
the sun coming up in the sky,
Me for the rosy dawn,
Me for a pan full of bacon to fry,
And I'll be mo seying on,
Me for the land where
the blue bonnets grow,
Me for a cow hand song,
Just mention Texas and New Mexico
and I'll be getting along.
March on, little dog gies,
march on down the trail.
March on, little doggies,
till we're past the last fence rail.
Up there lies a prairie,
up there breaks the day.
Oh, we don't know where we're going,
but we're on our way.
March on, little boys,
march on down the trail.
March on, little doggies,
Till we're past the
last land's trail.
Out there lies a prairie,
Out there breaks the day.
We don't know where we're going,
But we're on our way.
Me for a campfire out on the trail,
me and an old coyuse.
Me for the sound of a coyote's wail,
and I'm all set to bamboose.
Me for a pipe when the evening is still,
me for my own backyard.
I'll be the first fella over the hill.
And me for a campfire out on the trail,
an old coyuse, a coyote's wail.
And nothing to do,
and nobody ask ing you why.
Give me a caw and a shaw,
and I'll be gettin' along.
Come along, little doggies,
march on down the trail.
March on, little doggies,
till we're past the last fence rail.
Oh, don't know
where we're going,
but we're on our way!