I ride an old Paint, I lead an old Dan,
I'm goin' to Montana, for to throw the Hoolian,
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw,
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw,
Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go.
Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son,
Son went to college and the daughter went wrong,
His wife got killed in a pool-room fight,
Still he keeps singing from morning till night
Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go.
My feet are in the stirrups, my hand is on the horn
I'm the best old cowboy that ever was born
But a cowboy rides single, like it or not
So I guess that old paint is the best friend I got
Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go.
Oh, 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 prairie that we loved the best
Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go.
I worked in the city, I worked on the farm,
All I got to show is the muscle on my arm,
Blisters on my feet and callous on my hands
And I'm going to Montana to throw the Houlihan
Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go
I'm goin' to Montana, for to throw the Hoolian,
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw,
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw,
Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go.
Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son,
Son went to college and the daughter went wrong,
His wife got killed in a pool-room fight,
Still he keeps singing from morning till night
Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go.
My feet are in the stirrups, my hand is on the horn
I'm the best old cowboy that ever was born
But a cowboy rides single, like it or not
So I guess that old paint is the best friend I got
Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go.
Oh, 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 prairie that we loved the best
Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go.
I worked in the city, I worked on the farm,
All I got to show is the muscle on my arm,
Blisters on my feet and callous on my hands
And I'm going to Montana to throw the Houlihan
Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go