Last night, as I lay on the prairie
And gazed at the stars in the sky
I wondered, if ever a cowboy
Would drift to that sweet by-and-by
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, little dogies
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, little dogies
Roll on
They say there will be a great round-up
When the cowboys, like dogies, will stand
To be marked by the riders of judgement
To our posted and know every brand
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, little dogies
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, little dogies
Roll on
