The trail is often long and dusty

but for me and my pony trusty

it’s simply great just to ride along

singing our special cowboy song

Ki-yi, little doggies, go home

I love this life, my own cowboy life

alone most days, not tied to a wife

roaming where’er my doggies find feed

rich verdant grass with nary a weed

Ki-yi, little doggies, go home

Some days I dream of a home and child

then I soon hear the call of the wild

wipe the tears away and again sing

about the summer, winter, fall and spring

Ki-yi, little doggies, go home

A smile creases my sun-wrinkled face

I’d rather be here than any place

riding the trails worn so long ago

by wood wagons crossing to and fro

Ki-yi, little doggies, go home

There’s not much hope for workers like me

who want nothing more than to be free

for cattle are bound by fences plain

even so, I sing my song  again

Ki-yi, little doggies, go home