I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan
And I'm goin' to Montana, for to throw the Houlihan
Where they feed in the coulees, and they water in the draw
And their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw
Ride around them dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and snuffy and a-rarin' to go
Now old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song
One went to college, and the other went wrong
And his wife, she got killed in a poolroom fight
Still he sings from mornin' till night
Ride around them dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and snuffy and a-rarin' to go
(Play that harp now)
When I die, take my saddle from the wall
Place it on my old pony, lead him out of the stall
Tie my bones to the saddle, turn our faces toward the West
We'll both ride the prairie that we love the best
Ride around them dogies, ride around them slow
They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go
Goodbye, old paint, I'm leavin' Cheyenne
Goodbye, old paint, I'm leavin' Cheyenne
Leavin' Cheyenne, going to Montana
Goodbye, old paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne
Ride around, old paint, I'm leavin' Cheyenne
