Old Paint - Loudon Wainwright III

I ride an old Paint

I’m leadin' old Dan

I’m a-goin' to Montana

To throw the houlihan

They meet in the coulees

And they water in the draw

Tails are all matted

And their backs are all raw

Ride around little dogies

Ride around slow

For the fiery and the snuffy

Are rarin' to go

Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a son

One went to college

The other went wrong

His wife was killed

In a bar-room fight

But still he sings

From mornin' to night

Ride around little dogies

Ride around slow

For the fiery and the snuffy

Are rarin' to go

When I die

Take my saddle from the wall

Put it up on my pony

Lead him out of his stall

Tie my bones to his back

Turn our faces to the west

We’ll ride the prairie

That we love the best

Ride around little dogies

Ride around slow

For the fiery and the snuffy

Are rarin' to go

Ride around little dogies

Ride around slow

For the fiery and the snuffy

Are rarin' to go