I ride an old paint and I lead old Dan I'm goin' to Montana for to throw the hoolihan They feed in the goat, they water in the draw Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go Old Buck Jones had a daughter and a son His son went to Denver, but his daughter went wrong His wife got killed in a bloody knife fight Still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go When I die, take my saddle from the wall Put it on my pony and lead him from his stall Tie my bones to his back, turn his head to the West Let me ride forever on the plains I love best Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go