Old Paint (Ride Around Little Dogies)

I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan
I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan

I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan
I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, and their backs are all raw

Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go

Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son
Some went to college and the daughter went wrong
His wife, she got killed in a poolroom fight
But still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night

Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go

I worked in the city, worked in the farm
All I've got to show is this muscle in my arm
Blisters on my feet, calluse on my hands
And I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan

Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go

When I die, take my saddle from the wall
Place it on my pony, lead him out of his stall
Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the West
And we'll ride the prairie that we love the best

Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go