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"Old Paint" (D)
I ride an old Paint, I lead an old Dan
I'm goin' to Montan’ for 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 the they're fiery and they're snuffy and a-rarin' to go.
Now 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:
Oh, when I die, take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony, and lead him from his stall;
Tie my bones to his back, point our faces to the west
Where we can ride the prairies that we love the best.