I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan   I'm off to Montan' 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      Well John's had two daughters and the 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 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