Old Paint

I ride an old paint
I lead an old dam
I’m going to Montana
To throw a houlihan
They feed in the coolies
They water in the draw
Their tails are all matted
Their backs are all raw
Ride around
Ride around real slow
The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
Old Bill Brown
Had a daughter and a son
One went to Denver
And the other went wrong
His wife she died in a poolroom fight
And still he keeps singing from morning til night
Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
Well when I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony
And lead him from his stall
Tie my bones to his back
Turn our faces to the west
And we’ll ride the prairie
That we like the best
Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go
Ride around
Ride around real slow
Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go