I ride an old paint and I lead an old dan I'm a-goin' to Montan' to throw the houlihan

And I feed em in the coolies and the water's in the draw And the tails are all matted and the bags are all raw Ride around, little dog, ride around em real slow For the fiery and the snuffy's a-rarin' to go

Well, old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son Well, the son went to college, the daughter went wrong And his wife, she got killed in a barroom fight And still he's a-singin' from the morn' till the night Ride around, little dog, ride around em real slow For the fiery and the snuffy's a-rarin' to go

When I die, get my saddle and take it off the wall And put it on my pony and head him out the stall Put my bones on his back and head us out west And we'll ride the prairie that we love the best Ride around, little dog, ride around em real slow For the fiery and the snuffy's a-rarin' to go