Live at the Western Jubilee = Sons of the San Joaquin - "Whoopi Ti Yi Yo" Chords
Tempo:
108.675 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
C#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
[D] [E]
[A] [D] [C#m]
[A] [A]
As I [D] was out a [E]-walkin' one morning [A] for pleasure,
[D] Spied a young cowboy a-ridin' along.
His hat [D] was throwed back, [E] and his [A] spurs was a-jeemin'.
As he [E] approached he was singin' [G#m] this song,
[E] Whoopee ti-yi-yo, [A] get along you little [E] doogie,
It's your misfortune [A] at my, my, my home.
Whoopee [D] ti-yi-yo, [E] get [A] along you little doogie,
For you know [D] that Wyoming [E] will be [A] your new home.
Early [D] in the springtime [E] we round up [A] the doogies,
[D] Mark them, [E] brand them, all [A] bought their tails.
Round [D] up those horses, [E] lood up [A] the chuck wagon,
Then throw the little [Bm] doogies out [A] on the lawn trails.
[E] Whoopee ti-yi [A]-yo, get along you little doogie,
[E] It's your [A] misfortune at my, my, my home.
Whoopee [D] ti-yi-yo, [E] get [A] along you little doogie,
For you know [D] that Wyoming [E] will be [A] your new home.
Some boys [D] they go [E] up the trail just [A] for pleasure,
But that's where [D] they get [E] it most [A] awfully wrong,
For [D] nobody knows [E] all the trouble [A] they give us,
While we [D] go drivin' them all [F#] along.
[E] Whoopee ti-yi-yo, [A] get along you little doogie,
[E] It's your misfortune [A] at my, my, my home.
Whoopee ti [D]-yi-yo, [E] get along you [A] little doogie,
For you [D] know that [E] Wyoming will be [A] your new home.
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E]
[A] [E]
[A]
Your mother [D] was raised [E] all the way down [A] in Texas,
Where the [D] ginseng, weed, and [A]
sandburst grow.
We'll fill [D] you up [E] on prickly pear [A] and choya,
Then you'll [D] be ready [E] for Idaho.
Whoopee ti-yi-yo, [A] get along you little doogie,
[E] It's your misfortune [A] at my, my, my home.
Whoopee ti [D]-yi-yo, [E] get along you [A] little doogie,
For you know that [D] Wyoming, [E] Wyoming will be your [A] new home.
[D] [A]
[E] [A]
[N] Well folks, we're the sons of the San Joaquin
from the San Joaquin Valley of California.
And this is a family affair.
I'm Joe Hanna, this is my brother Jack,
and my son Lon.
Howdy.
Great to be here.
Right over here we brought some Texas hot pickers up
on the fiddle from Fort Worth, Texas, Mr.
Steve Story.
Back here from Burleson, Texas on the hot guitar,
Mr.
Rich O'Brien.
[A] [D] [C#m]
[A] [A]
As I [D] was out a [E]-walkin' one morning [A] for pleasure,
[D] Spied a young cowboy a-ridin' along.
His hat [D] was throwed back, [E] and his [A] spurs was a-jeemin'.
As he [E] approached he was singin' [G#m] this song,
[E] Whoopee ti-yi-yo, [A] get along you little [E] doogie,
It's your misfortune [A] at my, my, my home.
Whoopee [D] ti-yi-yo, [E] get [A] along you little doogie,
For you know [D] that Wyoming [E] will be [A] your new home.
Early [D] in the springtime [E] we round up [A] the doogies,
[D] Mark them, [E] brand them, all [A] bought their tails.
Round [D] up those horses, [E] lood up [A] the chuck wagon,
Then throw the little [Bm] doogies out [A] on the lawn trails.
[E] Whoopee ti-yi [A]-yo, get along you little doogie,
[E] It's your [A] misfortune at my, my, my home.
Whoopee [D] ti-yi-yo, [E] get [A] along you little doogie,
For you know [D] that Wyoming [E] will be [A] your new home.
Some boys [D] they go [E] up the trail just [A] for pleasure,
But that's where [D] they get [E] it most [A] awfully wrong,
For [D] nobody knows [E] all the trouble [A] they give us,
While we [D] go drivin' them all [F#] along.
[E] Whoopee ti-yi-yo, [A] get along you little doogie,
[E] It's your misfortune [A] at my, my, my home.
Whoopee ti [D]-yi-yo, [E] get along you [A] little doogie,
For you [D] know that [E] Wyoming will be [A] your new home.
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E]
[A] [E]
[A]
Your mother [D] was raised [E] all the way down [A] in Texas,
Where the [D] ginseng, weed, and [A]
sandburst grow.
We'll fill [D] you up [E] on prickly pear [A] and choya,
Then you'll [D] be ready [E] for Idaho.
Whoopee ti-yi-yo, [A] get along you little doogie,
[E] It's your misfortune [A] at my, my, my home.
Whoopee ti [D]-yi-yo, [E] get along you [A] little doogie,
For you know that [D] Wyoming, [E] Wyoming will be your [A] new home.
[D] [A]
[E] [A]
[N] Well folks, we're the sons of the San Joaquin
from the San Joaquin Valley of California.
And this is a family affair.
I'm Joe Hanna, this is my brother Jack,
and my son Lon.
Howdy.
Great to be here.
Right over here we brought some Texas hot pickers up
on the fiddle from Fort Worth, Texas, Mr.
Steve Story.
Back here from Burleson, Texas on the hot guitar,
Mr.
Rich O'Brien.
Key:
A
E
D
C#m
G#m
A
E
D
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A]
As I [D] was out a [E]-walkin' one morning [A] for pleasure,
[D] Spied a young cowboy a-ridin' along.
His hat [D] was throwed back, [E] and his [A] spurs was a-jeemin'.
As he [E] approached he was singin' [G#m] this song,
[E] Whoopee ti-yi-yo, [A] get along you little [E] doogie,
It's your misfortune [A] at my, my, my home.
Whoopee [D] ti-yi-yo, [E] get [A] along you little doogie,
For you know [D] that Wyoming [E] will be [A] your new home. _ _ _
_ _ Early [D] in the springtime [E] we round up [A] the doogies,
[D] Mark them, [E] brand them, all [A] bought their tails.
Round [D] up those horses, [E] lood up [A] the chuck wagon,
Then throw the little [Bm] doogies out [A] on the lawn trails.
[E] Whoopee ti-yi [A]-yo, get along you little doogie,
[E] It's your [A] misfortune at my, my, my home.
Whoopee [D] ti-yi-yo, [E] get [A] along you little doogie,
For you know [D] that Wyoming [E] will be [A] your new home.
_ _ _ _ Some boys [D] they go [E] up the trail just [A] for pleasure,
But that's where [D] they get [E] it most [A] awfully wrong,
For [D] nobody knows [E] all the trouble [A] they give us,
While we [D] go drivin' them all [F#] along.
[E] Whoopee ti-yi-yo, [A] get along you little doogie,
[E] It's your misfortune [A] at my, my, my home.
Whoopee ti [D]-yi-yo, [E] get along you [A] little doogie,
For you [D] know that [E] Wyoming will be [A] your new home. _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Your mother [D] was raised [E] all the way down [A] in Texas,
Where the [D] ginseng, weed, and [A]
sandburst grow.
We'll fill [D] you up [E] on prickly pear [A] and choya,
Then you'll [D] be ready [E] for Idaho.
Whoopee ti-yi-yo, [A] get along you little doogie,
[E] It's your misfortune [A] at my, my, my home.
Whoopee ti [D]-yi-yo, [E] get along you [A] little doogie,
For you know that [D] Wyoming, [E] Wyoming will be your [A] new home.
[D] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] Well folks, we're the sons of the San Joaquin
from the San Joaquin Valley of California.
_ _ And this is a family affair.
I'm Joe Hanna, this is my brother Jack,
and my son Lon.
Howdy.
_ _ Great to be here. _ _ _
_ _ Right over here we brought some Texas hot pickers up
on the fiddle from Fort Worth, Texas, Mr.
Steve Story. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Back here from Burleson, Texas on the hot guitar,
Mr.
Rich O'Brien. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A]
As I [D] was out a [E]-walkin' one morning [A] for pleasure,
[D] Spied a young cowboy a-ridin' along.
His hat [D] was throwed back, [E] and his [A] spurs was a-jeemin'.
As he [E] approached he was singin' [G#m] this song,
[E] Whoopee ti-yi-yo, [A] get along you little [E] doogie,
It's your misfortune [A] at my, my, my home.
Whoopee [D] ti-yi-yo, [E] get [A] along you little doogie,
For you know [D] that Wyoming [E] will be [A] your new home. _ _ _
_ _ Early [D] in the springtime [E] we round up [A] the doogies,
[D] Mark them, [E] brand them, all [A] bought their tails.
Round [D] up those horses, [E] lood up [A] the chuck wagon,
Then throw the little [Bm] doogies out [A] on the lawn trails.
[E] Whoopee ti-yi [A]-yo, get along you little doogie,
[E] It's your [A] misfortune at my, my, my home.
Whoopee [D] ti-yi-yo, [E] get [A] along you little doogie,
For you know [D] that Wyoming [E] will be [A] your new home.
_ _ _ _ Some boys [D] they go [E] up the trail just [A] for pleasure,
But that's where [D] they get [E] it most [A] awfully wrong,
For [D] nobody knows [E] all the trouble [A] they give us,
While we [D] go drivin' them all [F#] along.
[E] Whoopee ti-yi-yo, [A] get along you little doogie,
[E] It's your misfortune [A] at my, my, my home.
Whoopee ti [D]-yi-yo, [E] get along you [A] little doogie,
For you [D] know that [E] Wyoming will be [A] your new home. _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Your mother [D] was raised [E] all the way down [A] in Texas,
Where the [D] ginseng, weed, and [A]
sandburst grow.
We'll fill [D] you up [E] on prickly pear [A] and choya,
Then you'll [D] be ready [E] for Idaho.
Whoopee ti-yi-yo, [A] get along you little doogie,
[E] It's your misfortune [A] at my, my, my home.
Whoopee ti [D]-yi-yo, [E] get along you [A] little doogie,
For you know that [D] Wyoming, [E] Wyoming will be your [A] new home.
[D] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] Well folks, we're the sons of the San Joaquin
from the San Joaquin Valley of California.
_ _ And this is a family affair.
I'm Joe Hanna, this is my brother Jack,
and my son Lon.
Howdy.
_ _ Great to be here. _ _ _
_ _ Right over here we brought some Texas hot pickers up
on the fiddle from Fort Worth, Texas, Mr.
Steve Story. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Back here from Burleson, Texas on the hot guitar,
Mr.
Rich O'Brien. _ _ _ _ _ _ _