Old Paint Lyrics

I ride an old paint I lead an old dam I'm going to Montana To throw a houlihan
They feed in the coolies They water in the draw Their tails are all matted Their backs are all raw
Ride around Ride around real slow The fiery and the snuffy Are raring to go
Old Bill Brown Had a daughter and a son One went to Denver And the other went wrong
His wife, she died In a poolroom fight And still he keeps singing From morning till night
Ride around Ride around real slow Well, the fiery and the snuffy Are raring to go
Well, when I die Take my saddle from the wall 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 prairie That we like the best
Ride around Ride around real slow Well, the fiery and the snuffy Are raring to go
Ride around Ride around real slow Well, the fiery and the snuffy Are raring to go