Last night as I lay on the prairie
And looked at the stars in the sky
I wondered if ever a cowboy
Would drift to that sweet by and by
They say there will be a great round-up
And the cowboys like doggies will stand
To be marked by the riders of judgment
Who are posted and know every brand
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Little doggies
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Little doggies
Roll on
I know there are many straight cowboys
Who'll be lost in the great final sale
When he might have gone on to green pastures
If he'd known of that dimple
Narrow trail
I'm scared that I'll be a-strailing
A maverick unbranded on high
And get put in the bunch of the rusties
When the boss of the riders go by
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Little doggies
Little doggies
Roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Little doggies
Roll on
They tell of another big owner
Who's never overstocked so they say
But he'll always make room for the sinner
Who drifts from the top of the hill
From the straight narrow way
They say that he never forgets you
That he knows every action and look
So for safety you'd better get friended
Get your name in the great tally book
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Little doggies
Roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Little doggies
Roll on