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