I ride an old paint
I lead an old Dan
I'm off to Montana
For to throw the hooley-ann
They feed in the coulees
They water in the draw
Their tails are all matted
Their backs are all raw
Ride around, little dogies
Ride around slow
The fiery and snuffy
Are raring to go
Bill Jones had two daughters
And a song
One went to Denver
The other went wrong
His young wife died
In a poolroom fight
But he tries to keep singing
From morning till night
Ride around, little dogies
Ride around slow
The fiery and snuffy
Are raring to go
When I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Strap it on my pony
Lead him out of the stall
Throw my bones on his back
Turn our faces to the west
And we'll ride the prairie
That we love the best
Ride around, little dogies
Ride around slow
The fiery and snuffy
Are raring to go