Ride Old Paint

I ride an old Paint, I'm leadin' old Dan I'm goin' to Montana just to throw the houlihan They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song One went to Denver, the other went wrong His wife, she died in a poolroom fight But still he keeps singing from morning to night Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go When I die, take my saddle from the wall And put it on my pony and lead him from his stall Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west And we'll ride the prairies that we love the best Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go