Umm, Save a Cowboy, Ride a Conie?

To the tune of "Git Along Little Dogies"

Git Along Little Conies

As I walked out one morning for pleasure,
I met a cone-puncher a jogging along;
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a jingling,
And as he advanced he was singing this song.

(Chorus)
Yippee Ti Yi Yo, get along little conies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Yippee Ti Yi Yo get along little conies
For you know that P-A-Dot will soon be your home.


Early in the springtime we round up the conies
Mark them and brand them and bob off their heads
Round up the horses and load the chuck wagon
Throw them little conies right out on the trail.

In the evening we round in the conies
As they are grazing from herd all around
You have no idea the trouble they give us
As we are holding them on the bed ground.

In the morning we throw off the bed ground
Aiming to graze them an hour or two
When they are full, you think you can drive them
On the trail, but damned if you do.

Some fellows go on the trail for pleasure,
But they have got this thing down wrong;
If it hadn't been for these troublesome conies,
I never would thought of writing this song.