I Ride An Old Paint

I Ride An Old Paint - Woody Guthrie

I ride an old Paint

I'm leadin' old Dan

I'm goin' to Montana

Just to throw the houlihan

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 they're fiery and

Snuffy and rarin' to go

Old Bill Jones had

Two daughters and a song

One went to Denver

The other went wrong

His wife

She died in a poolroom fight

But still he keeps singing

From morning to night

Ride around

Little dogies

Ride around them slow

For they're fiery and

Snuffy and rarin' to go

When I die

Take my saddle from the wall

And put it on my pony

And lead him from 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 they're fiery and

Snuffy and rarin' to go

I worked in the town

I worked on the farm

All I gotta show

It'is this muscle in my arm

Blisters on my feet

Callus on my hands

Goin' to Montana to

Throw the houlihan

Ride around

Little dogies

Ride around them slow

For they're fiery and

Snuffy and rarin' to go

Ride around

Little dogies

Ride around them slow

For they're fiery and

Snuffy and rarin' to go