I ride an old Paint, I'm leadin' old Dan   I'm goin' to Montana just to throw the houlihan   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 them slow   For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go      Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song   One went to Denver, the other went wrong   His wife, she died in a poolroom fight   But still he keeps singing from morning to night      Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow   For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go      When I die, take my saddle from the wall   And put it on my pony and lead him from his stall   Tie my bones to his back, turn 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 they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go