Chords for Gillette Brothers Get Along 'Lil Dogies
Tempo:
119 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
One, two, three, [G] cheese.
[C]
[G] [C]
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As [F] I went to walk [G] in the [C] morning, pleasure to that spider [F]
cowboy [G] out riding along.
[C] His hat was [F] so bright, [G] and his spurs [C] were dangling.
And as he [F] approached [G] he was singing [C] this song.
Up to the hills, get along little [G] doggies, you're the sport of them [C] men of my home.
Up to the [F] hills, get along [C] little doggies, you know that I'll be your [C] man.
Wait thoroughly [F] in the spring when [G] we round up [C] them doggies, we'll mop them, [F]
[G] mop off their tails.
[C] Round up [F] the horses, [G] load up the [C] chuck wagon, and [F] throw them [G] doggies on [C] the long rail.
Up [G] to the hills, [C] get along little doggies, [G]
you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
Up [F] to the hills, [G] get along little doggies, you know that I'll be your man.
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Some [F] boys they blow up [G] the trail [C] for pleasure, that's where [F] they get it [G] most awfully wrong.
[C] They have [F] no idea the troubles [C] they give us as [F] we go driving [G] them [C] hoagies along.
[G] Up to the hills, [C] get along little [G] doggies, you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
[F] [G] Up to the hills, get along little [C] doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your [C] home.
Your mother [F] was raised [G] way [C] down in Texas where the [F] gypsum meat [G] and the sandburrs grew.
[C] If [F] the hills look fond to the [C] fair and joyous, dear [F] you are ready [G] for a [C] ride.
Up [G] to the hills, [C] get along little [G] doggies, you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
Up [F] to the hills, [G] get along little [C] doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your home.
Well you [F] may sue [G] for Uncle [C] Sam's engines, it's beef, [F] beef, beef, [G] we hear them cry.
[C] Get along, [F] get along, [G] get along [C] little doggies, don't [F] be big [G] steers in the street [C] by and by.
Up [G] to the hills, get along little doggies, [G]
you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
[F] [G] Get along little [C] doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your home.
Up to the hills, [C] get along little doggies, [G] you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
[F] [G] Get along [C] little doggies, you know that Wyoming [G] will be your home.
You know that [F]
Wyoming [G] will be your [C] home.
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As [F] I went to walk [G] in the [C] morning, pleasure to that spider [F]
cowboy [G] out riding along.
[C] His hat was [F] so bright, [G] and his spurs [C] were dangling.
And as he [F] approached [G] he was singing [C] this song.
Up to the hills, get along little [G] doggies, you're the sport of them [C] men of my home.
Up to the [F] hills, get along [C] little doggies, you know that I'll be your [C] man.
Wait thoroughly [F] in the spring when [G] we round up [C] them doggies, we'll mop them, [F]
[G] mop off their tails.
[C] Round up [F] the horses, [G] load up the [C] chuck wagon, and [F] throw them [G] doggies on [C] the long rail.
Up [G] to the hills, [C] get along little doggies, [G]
you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
Up [F] to the hills, [G] get along little doggies, you know that I'll be your man.
[C]
Some [F] boys they blow up [G] the trail [C] for pleasure, that's where [F] they get it [G] most awfully wrong.
[C] They have [F] no idea the troubles [C] they give us as [F] we go driving [G] them [C] hoagies along.
[G] Up to the hills, [C] get along little [G] doggies, you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
[F] [G] Up to the hills, get along little [C] doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your [C] home.
Your mother [F] was raised [G] way [C] down in Texas where the [F] gypsum meat [G] and the sandburrs grew.
[C] If [F] the hills look fond to the [C] fair and joyous, dear [F] you are ready [G] for a [C] ride.
Up [G] to the hills, [C] get along little [G] doggies, you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
Up [F] to the hills, [G] get along little [C] doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your home.
Well you [F] may sue [G] for Uncle [C] Sam's engines, it's beef, [F] beef, beef, [G] we hear them cry.
[C] Get along, [F] get along, [G] get along [C] little doggies, don't [F] be big [G] steers in the street [C] by and by.
Up [G] to the hills, get along little doggies, [G]
you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
[F] [G] Get along little [C] doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your home.
Up to the hills, [C] get along little doggies, [G] you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
[F] [G] Get along [C] little doggies, you know that Wyoming [G] will be your home.
You know that [F]
Wyoming [G] will be your [C] home.
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One, two, three, [G] cheese. _
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As [F] I went to walk [G] in the [C] morning, pleasure to that spider [F]
cowboy [G] out riding along.
[C] His hat was [F] so bright, [G] and his spurs [C] were dangling.
And as he [F] approached [G] he was singing [C] this song.
Up to the hills, get along little [G] doggies, you're the sport of them [C] men of my home.
Up to the [F] hills, get along [C] little doggies, you know that I'll be your [C] man. _
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Wait thoroughly [F] in the spring when [G] we round up [C] them doggies, we'll mop them, [F] _
[G] mop off their tails.
[C] Round up [F] the horses, [G] load up the [C] chuck wagon, and [F] throw them [G] doggies on [C] the long rail.
Up [G] to the hills, [C] get along little doggies, [G]
you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
Up [F] to the hills, [G] get along little doggies, you know that I'll be your man.
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Some [F] boys they blow up [G] the trail [C] for pleasure, that's where [F] they get it [G] most awfully wrong.
[C] They have [F] no idea the troubles [C] they give us as [F] we go driving [G] them [C] hoagies along.
[G] Up to the hills, [C] get along little [G] doggies, you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
_ _ _ [F] [G] Up to the hills, get along little [C] doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your [C] home. _
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Your mother [F] was raised [G] way [C] down in Texas where the [F] gypsum meat [G] and the sandburrs grew.
_ [C] If [F] the hills look fond to the [C] fair and joyous, dear [F] you are ready [G] for a [C] ride.
Up [G] to the hills, [C] get along little [G] doggies, you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
Up [F] to the hills, [G] get along little [C] doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your home. _
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Well you [F] may sue [G] for Uncle [C] Sam's engines, it's beef, [F] beef, beef, [G] we hear them cry.
[C] Get along, [F] get along, [G] get along [C] little doggies, don't [F] be big [G] steers in the street [C] by and by.
Up [G] to the hills, get along little doggies, [G]
you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
_ _ [F] _ [G] Get along little [C] doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your home.
Up to the hills, [C] get along little doggies, [G] you're the sport of [C] them men of my home. _ _
[F] _ [G] Get along [C] little doggies, you know that Wyoming [G] will be your home. _ _ _ _
_ _ You know that [F]
Wyoming [G] will be your [C] home. _ _
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One, two, three, [G] cheese. _
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As [F] I went to walk [G] in the [C] morning, pleasure to that spider [F]
cowboy [G] out riding along.
[C] His hat was [F] so bright, [G] and his spurs [C] were dangling.
And as he [F] approached [G] he was singing [C] this song.
Up to the hills, get along little [G] doggies, you're the sport of them [C] men of my home.
Up to the [F] hills, get along [C] little doggies, you know that I'll be your [C] man. _
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Wait thoroughly [F] in the spring when [G] we round up [C] them doggies, we'll mop them, [F] _
[G] mop off their tails.
[C] Round up [F] the horses, [G] load up the [C] chuck wagon, and [F] throw them [G] doggies on [C] the long rail.
Up [G] to the hills, [C] get along little doggies, [G]
you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
Up [F] to the hills, [G] get along little doggies, you know that I'll be your man.
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Some [F] boys they blow up [G] the trail [C] for pleasure, that's where [F] they get it [G] most awfully wrong.
[C] They have [F] no idea the troubles [C] they give us as [F] we go driving [G] them [C] hoagies along.
[G] Up to the hills, [C] get along little [G] doggies, you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
_ _ _ [F] [G] Up to the hills, get along little [C] doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your [C] home. _
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Your mother [F] was raised [G] way [C] down in Texas where the [F] gypsum meat [G] and the sandburrs grew.
_ [C] If [F] the hills look fond to the [C] fair and joyous, dear [F] you are ready [G] for a [C] ride.
Up [G] to the hills, [C] get along little [G] doggies, you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
Up [F] to the hills, [G] get along little [C] doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your home. _
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Well you [F] may sue [G] for Uncle [C] Sam's engines, it's beef, [F] beef, beef, [G] we hear them cry.
[C] Get along, [F] get along, [G] get along [C] little doggies, don't [F] be big [G] steers in the street [C] by and by.
Up [G] to the hills, get along little doggies, [G]
you're the sport of [C] them men of my home.
_ _ [F] _ [G] Get along little [C] doggies, you know that Wyoming will be your home.
Up to the hills, [C] get along little doggies, [G] you're the sport of [C] them men of my home. _ _
[F] _ [G] Get along [C] little doggies, you know that Wyoming [G] will be your home. _ _ _ _
_ _ You know that [F]
Wyoming [G] will be your [C] home. _ _
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