I ride an old Paint, I lead an old Dan
I'm goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan
Feed them in the coulees, then water in the draw
Their tails are all matted and their backs are all raw
Ride around, them dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and they're snuffy are raring to go
Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a son
One went to college the other went wrong
His wife she got k**ed in a poolroom fight
Still he keeps singing from morning 'til night
Ride around, them dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and they're snuffy are raring to go
When I die take my saddle from the wall
Place it on my old pony, lead him out of his stall
Tie my bones to the saddle face my pony to the west
We'll both ride the country that we love the best
Ride around, them dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and they're snuffy are raring to go