Old Paint - The Weavers, Pete Seeger

I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan

I’m goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan

I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan

I’m goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan

They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw

Their tails are all matted, and their backs are all raw

Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow

For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go

Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son

Some went to college and the daughter went wrong

His wife, she got killed in a poolroom fight

But still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night

Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow

For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go

I worked in the city, worked in the farm

All I’ve got to show is this muscle in my arm

Blisters on my feet, callus on my hands

And I’m goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan

Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow

For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go

When I die, take my saddle from the wall

Place it on my pony, lead him out of his stall

Tie my bones to 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 them slow

For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go