My Old Paint

My Old Paint - Harry Belafonte (哈里·貝拉方特)

I ride an old Paint I lead an old Dan

I'm goin' to Montana for to throw the Hoolian

They feed in the coulees they water in the draw

Their tails are all matted their backs are all raw

Ride around little doggies ride around them slow

For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go

Ride around ride around

For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go

My feet are in the stirrups my hand is on the horn

I'm the best old cowboy that ever was born

But a cowboy rides single like it or not

So I guess that old paint is the best friend I got

Ride around little dogies ride around them slow

For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go

Ride around ride around

For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go

When I die take my saddle from the wall

Put 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 loved the best

Ride around little dogies ride around them slow

For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go

Ride around ride around

For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go