Old
Paint
chorus:
Ride around, little dogies
Ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go
I
ride an old paint
I lead an old Dan
I'm goin' to Montan'
For to throw the hoolihan
They feed in the coulees
They water in the draw
Their tails are all matted
Their backs are all raw
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
Still he sings
From morning till night
O
when I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony
Lead him out of his stall
Tie my bones to his back
Turn our faces to the west
And we'll ride the prairies
That we love the best