OLD PAINT (trad.) lyrics

OLD PAINT (trad.)

I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan
I'm goin' to Montan' for to throw the hoo-li-an
They feed in the cou-lees, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, and their backs are all raw
Ride around little dogies, ride around slow
For the Firey and Snuffy are a rarin' to go

Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son
One went to college and the other went wrong
His wife she died in a pool-room fight
And still he keeps singing from morning 'til night
Ride around little dogies, ride around slow
For the Firey and Snuffy are a rarin' to go

When I die take my saddle from the wall
Lead me down to my pony, take him out of his stall
Put my bones on his back, point our faces to the west
And we'll ride the prairie, that we love the best
Ride around little dogies, ride around slow
For the Firey and Snuffy are a rarin' to go

1998 McGuinn Music - Roger McGuinn
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