| lyric | 1. I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan.
I’m off to Montana to throw the hooligan.
They feed in the coulees,m^they water in the draw,
their tails are all matted,
thier backs are all raw.
Chorus:
Ride around little dogies,
Ride around them slow,
for the Fiery and Snuffy are rarin’ to go.
2. Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song,
One went to Denver and the other went wrong.
His wife she died in a poolroom fight,
And still he sings from morning till night.
3. Oh when I die, take my saddle from the wall,
Put it on my pony, lead him out ofhis stall.
Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the West,
And we’ll ride the prairie that we love the best. |