I ride an old Paint I'm leadin' old Dan I'm a-goin' to Montana To throw the houlihan They meet in the coulees And they water in the draw Tails are all matted And their backs are all raw Ride around little dogies Ride around slow For the fiery and the snuffy Are rarin' to go Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a son One went to college The other went wrong His wife was k**ed In a bar-room fight But still he sings From mornin' to night Ride around little dogies Ride around slow For the fiery and the snuffy Are rarin' to go When I die Take my saddle from the wall Put it up on my pony Lead him out of 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 dogies Ride around slow For the fiery and the snuffy Are rarin' to go Ride around little dogies Ride around slow For the fiery and the snuffy Are rarin' to go