I Ride an Old Paint

I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan,
I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan,
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 rarin' to go
Ride around little doggies, ride around them slow,
For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go