Old Paint

I ride an old paint
I lead an old dam
I'm a-going to Montana
To throw a houlihan
They lead in the coolies
And they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted
And their backs are all raw

Ride around little doggies
Ride around slow
For the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Old Bill Jones
Had two daughters and a son
One went to college
The other went wrong
His wife was killed in a ballroom fight
But still he sings from morning til' night

Ride around little doggies
Ride around slow
For the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

When I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Put it up on my pony
Lead him out from his stall
Tie my bones to his back
Turn our faces to the west
We'll ride the prairie
That we love the best

Ride around little doggies
Ride around slow
For the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Ride around little doggies
Ride around slow
For the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go