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Baloo's Bugle

August 2005 Cub Scout Roundtable Issue

Volume 12, Issue 1
September 2005 Theme

Theme: Cub Scout Roundupl
Webelos: Communicator & Citizen
  Tiger Cub
Activities

SONGS

Git Along, Little Dogies

San Gabriel, Long Beach Area, Verdugo Hills Councils

(WHOOPEE TI YI YO)

Words by Owen Whister

As I was a walkin' one mornin' for to pleasure,
I spied a cow puncher, just ridin' along.
His hat was thrown back and his spurs was a jinglin',
And as he approached, he was singing this song.

Chorus

Whoopee Ti Yi Yo! Git along little dogies,
It's your misfortune, ain't none of my own.
Whoopee Ti Yi Yo! Git along little dogies,
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.

It's early in Spring that we round up those dogies,
We mark them and brand them and bob off their tails.
We round up our horses and load up the Chuckwagon,
Then we throw those dogies out on the long trail.

Chorus

Now, some boys go up the trail just for pleasure,
That's where they get it most awfully wrong.
For you have no idea of the troubles that they give us,
As we go a drivin' those dogies along.

Chorus

 

Happy Trails

San Gabriel, Long Beach Area, Verdugo Hills Councils

Who remembers watching Roy Rogers and Dale Evans sing this after every show??  Who remembers getting Roy Rogers and Dale Evans cards at Sunday School with Bible verses and confessions of Faith??  How about Nellybelle the jeep?  CD

Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.
Who cares about the clouds when we're together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.

Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again.
Some trails are happy ones
Others are blue.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts,
Here's a happy one for you.

Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.
Who cares about the clouds when we're together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again.

 

Back in the Saddle Again

I'm back in the saddle again
Out where a friend is a friend
Where the longhorn cattle feed
On the lowly jimson weed
I'm back in the saddle again.

Ridin' the range once more
Totin' my old forty-four
Where you sleep out every night
And the only law is right,
I’m back in the saddle again.

Whoopi ti yi yo
Rockin' to a fro
Back in the saddle again

Whoopi ti yi yea
I'll go my own way
Back in the saddle again.

You Are My Sunshine

San Gabriel, Long Beach Area, Verdugo Hills Councils

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping,
I dreamed I held you in my arms,
But when I woke dear, I was mistaken,
And I hung my head and cried.

Chorus

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away.

I'll always love you and make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me to love another
You’ll regret it all some day

(Chorus)

You told me once dear you really loved me
That no one else could come between
But now you've left me and love another
You have shattered all my dreams.

(Chorus)

The Old Chisholm Trail

San Gabriel, Long Beach Area, Verdugo Hills Councils

Oh come along, boys, and listen to my tale,
I'll tell you all my troubles on the old Chisholm trail.

Chorus

Come a ti yi yippee, yippee yea, yippee yea
Come a ti yi yippee, yippee yea.
On a ten-dollar horse and a forty-dollar saddle,
I was ridin', and a-punchin' Texas cattle.

(chorus)

We left ol’ Texas October twenty-third,
Drivin' up the trail with the 2U Herd.

(chorus)

I'm up in the mornin' afore daylight,
An' afore I sleep the moon shines bright.

(chorus)

It's cloudy in the west, a-lookin' like rain,
And my durned old slicker's in the wagon again.

(chorus)

No chaps, no slicker, and it's pourin' down rain,
And I swear, by gosh, I'll never night-herd again.

(chorus)

Feet in the stirrups and seat in the saddle,
I hung and rattled with them long-horn cattle.

(chorus)

The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall,
It looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all.

(chorus)

I don't give a darn if they never do stop;
I'll ride as long as an eight-day clock.

(chorus)

We rounded 'em up and put 'em on the cars,
And that was the last of the old Two Bars.

(chorus)

It's bacon and beans most every day,
I'd as soon be eatin' prairie hay.

(chorus)

I went to the boss to draw my roll,
He had it figgered out I was nine dollars in the hole.

(chorus)

Goin' back to town to draw my money,
Goin' back home to see my honey.

(chorus)

With my knees in the saddle and my seat in the sky,
I'll quit punchin' cows in the sweet by and by.

(chorus)

Ghost Riders in the Sky

San Gabriel, Long Beach Area, Verdugo Hills Councils

An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A-plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw
Yippee-yi-ay! Yippee-yi-oh!
Ghost riders in the sky.

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear shot through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yippee-yi-ay! Yippee-yi-oh!
Ghost riders in the sky.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught’em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on, hear their cry
Yippee-yi-ay! Yippee-yi-oh!
Ghost riders in the sky.

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from hell, a-ridin' on our range"
"Then cowboy, change your ways today, or with us you will ride"
"A-tryin' to catch the Devil's herd across these endless skies."
Yippee-yi-ay! Yippee-yi-oh!
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky

 

Theme Related Songs in the Cub Scout Songbook

San Gabriel, Long Beach Area, Verdugo Hills Councils

Clementine

Home on the Range

Skip To My Lou

Santa Clara County Council

Choose your partners, Skip to my Lou,
Choose your partners, Skip to my Lou,
Choose your partners, Skip to my Lou,
Skip to my Lou, my darlin'

Can't get a red bird, a blue bird will do ...
Can't get a red bird, a blue bird will do
Can't get a red bird. a blue bird will do
Skip to my Lou, my darlin'

I got a red bird, a pretty one too...
I got a red bird, a pretty one too
I got a red bird, a pretty one too
Skip to my Lou, my darlin'

Cat's in the cream jar, what'll I do?...
Cat's in the cream jar, what'll I do
Cat's in the cream jar, what'll I do
Skip to my Lou, My darlin'.

Fly's in the buttermilk, Shoo, shoo, shoo...
Fly's in the buttermilk, Shoo, shoo, shoo
Fly's in the buttermilk, Shoo, shoo, shoo
Skip to my Lou, My darlin'.

Other Verses:

Bears in the rose bush, boo, boo, boo…

Mule's in the cellar, kicking up through

Dad's old hat got torn in two

Little red wagon, painted blue

Had a cart and pony too

Don’t Fence Me In

Baltimore Area Council

Oh give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above;
Don’t fence me in.
Let me ride thru the wide open spaces that I love,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
Listen to murmur of the cottonwood trees.
Send me out forever, but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in.

On my cayuse let me wander over yonder,
Till I see the mountains rise.
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle,
Underneath the western skies.

 I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences.
 Gaze at the moon until I lose my senses. *
 Can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences.
 Don’t fence me in.


Hinky Dinky Double D Farm

Baltimore Area Council

(tune: The Quartermaster’s Store)

Oh it’s beans, beans, beans
That make you feel so mean
On the farm, on the farm.
Oh it’s beans, beans, beans
That make you feel so mean
On the Hinky Dinky Double D farm.

Chorus:

Mine eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me.

2. …corn… that makes you feel forlorn...

3. …meat…that knocks you off your feet...

4. ...pie…that makes you want to cry...

5. ...soup...that makes you want to droop...

6. ...peas...that make you want to sneeze...

(Continue by making up your own verses.)

I’ve Been Riding on the Range

Santa Clara County Council

Tune: I’ve been working on the Railroad

I’ve been riding on the range,
All the livelong day.
I’ve been riding on the range,
Herding doggies on their way.

Can’t you hear the cowboys shouting,
“Yippity-oh-ki-yay!”
Can’t you hear the cowboys shouting,
“Dogies, move this way!”

Mules

Santa Clara County Council

Tune: Auld Lang Syne

On mules we find two legs behind,
And two we find before.
We stand behind before we find,
What the two behind be for.

When we’re behind the two behind,
We find what these be for!
So stand before the two behind,
And behind the two before.

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