I Ride an Old Paint

I ride an old paint

I lead an old Dan

I'm going to Montana

To throw the hula hand

They're feeding the coolies

Their 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

They're raring to go

Old Bill Jones

Had the daughter and the son

One went to college

The other went wrong

His wife she got killed

In a pool room fight

And still he's a-singing

From morning till night

Ride around little dogies

Ride around them slow

For the fiery and Snuffy

They're raring to go

When I die

Take my saddle from my wall

Place it on my old pony

Lead him out of his stall

Tie my bones to my saddle

And turn their faces to the west

We'll ride the prairie

Which we love the best

Ride around little dogies

Ride around them slow

For the fiery and Snuffy

They're raring to go

I ride an old paint

I lead an old Dan

I'm going to Montana

To throw the hula hand

They're feeding the coolies

Their 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

They're raring to go