I Ride an Old Paint

I Ride an Old Paint - Roy Guest

I'll ride the old paint

Lead the old Dan

I'm going to Montana to throw the hoolian

They feed 'em in the coulees

There water in the draw

There tails are all matted

Their backs are all raw

Ride around little dogies

Ride around them slow

Or the fiery and snuffy

And raring to go

Old Bill Jones had to daughter and a son

Son went to college

And the daughter went wrong

His wife got killed in a full fight

But still he keeps singing

From morning to night

Ride around little dogies

Ride around them slow

Or fiery and snuffy

Or raring to go

Oh when I die take my sattle from the wall

Put it on my pony

Did him how they stole

Time a bones twiste back

Trun our faces to the west

And while ride the paris

And we loved the best

Ride around little dogies

Ride around them slow

Full the fiery and snuffy

Or raring to go