I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan
I'm goin' to Montana to turn the hoolihan
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 them slow
For the fiery and the snuffy are a-rarin' to go
Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song
One went to Denver, the other went wrong
His wife died in a poolroom fight
Bill keeps on singin' from mornin' till night
Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and the snuffy are a-rarin' to go
I've worked in town, and I've worked out on the farm
And all I've got to show is just the muscle in my arm
Blisters on my feet, callous on my hand
I'm bound for Montana, for to turn the hoolihan
Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and the snuffy are a-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
And we'll ride the prairies that we love the best
Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and the snuffy are a-rarin' to go |