Old Paint

Old Paint - The Weavers

Written by：Gilbert-Hays-Hellerman-Seeger

I ride an old paint

I lead an old dam

I'm going to montana

To throw a hoolihan

I ride an old paint

I lead an old dam

I'm going to montana

To throw the hoolihan

They feed in the coolies

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 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 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 on the farm

All I got to show is this muscle in my arm

Blisters on my feet

Calluse 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

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 love the best

Ride around little dogies ride around them slow

For the fiery and snuffy

Are rarin' to go

Rarin' to go