March Of The Doagies Lyrics

March Of The Doagies Text

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Verse 1:

Me for the sun comin' up in the sky,
Me for the rosy dawn,
Me for a pan full o' bacon to fry,
And I'll be moseyin' on.
Me for the land where the blue bonnets grow,
Me for a cowhand song,
Me for the gal in the new calico
And I'll be gettin' along.

Chorus:

March on, little doagies,
March on, down the trail,
March on, little doagies,
Till 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.

Verse 2:

Me for a campfire out on the trail,
Me and an old cayuse,
Me for the sound of the coyote's wail
And I'm all set to vamoose.
You for a pipe, when the evenin' is still,
You for your own backyard,
I'll be the first fella over the hill
And I'll be seein' you pard.



Patter:

You for a pipe, when the evenin' is still,
You for your own backyard,
I'll be the first fella over the hill
And I'll be seein' you pard.