I ride an old Paint and I lead an old Dan I’m Goin' to Montana for to throw the houlihan They feed in the coulees, and they water in the draw Their tails are all matted and their backs are all raw Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow For the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a son One went to Denver and the other one went wrong His wife, she was killed in a pool room fight Still he keeps singing from morning 'til night Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow For the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go Now when I die take my saddle from the wall Tie it onto my pony, lead him out of his stall Tie my bones on his back and point 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 the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow For the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go