Old Paint

I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan I'm off to Montana to throw the houlihand They feed in the coolies, they water in the draw Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw Ride around, little dogies, oh ride around slow The fiery and the snuffy are 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 pool-room fight Still he keeps singing from morning to night. Ride around, little dogies, oh ride around slow The fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go When I die, take my saddle from the wall Put it on my pony and lead him from the stall Tie my bones to his back, head him for the west We'll ride the prairies that we love the best Ride around, little dogies, oh ride around slow The fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go