I Ride An Old Paint

(альбом: A Folksong Festival 1986 - 1986)

I ride an old Paint and I lead an old Dan
I'm Going 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