I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan
I'm off to Montan' for to throw the hooley-ann
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 slow
The fiery and snuffy are raring to go
Bill Jones had two daughters and a song
One went to Denver, the other went wrong
His young wife died in a pool room fight
But he tries to keep singing from morning 'till night
Ride around, little dogies, ride around slow
The fiery and snuffy are raring to go
When I die, take my saddle from the wall
Strap it on my pony, lead him out of the stall
Throw my bones on his back, turn our faces to the west
And we'll ride the prairie that we love the best
Ride around, little dogies, ride around slow
The fiery and snuffy are raring to go
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