Texty: Woody Guthrie. I Ride An Old Paint.

I ride an old Paint, I'm leadin' old Dan
I'm goin' to Montana just to throw the houlihan
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow
For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go

Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song
One went to Denver, the other went wrong
His wife, she died in a poolroom fight
But still he keeps singing from morning to night

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow
For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go

When I die, take my saddle from the wall
And 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 prairies that we love the best

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow
For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go