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
The road to that bright,
happy region
Is a ***,
narrow trail,
so they say But the broad one that leads to perdition
Is posted and blazed all the way
Roll on,
roll on, roll on, little doggies Roll on,
roll on,
roll on,
roll on, roll on,
roll on
They say there will be a great roundup
And cowboys like doggies will stand
To be
marked by the riders of judgment Who are posted and know every brand
They say he will never forget you
That he knows every action and look
So for safety you'd better get branded
Have your name in that great tally book
Roll on,
roll on, roll on, little doggies Roll on,
roll on,
roll on,
roll on,
roll on,
roll on,
little
doggies Roll on