Old Paint (Ride Around Little Dogies) - The Weavers

I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan

I’m goin' to Montana to throw a hoolihan

They feed in the coolies, they water in the draw

Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw

Ride around, ride around real slow

The fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go

Old Bill Brown had a daughter and a son

One went to Denver and the other went wrong

His wife, she died in a poolroom fight

And still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night

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, turn our faces to the west

And we’ll ride the prairie that we love the best