Testo di I Ride An Old Paint

I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan 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 fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son One went to college, the other went wrong His wife, she got killed in a poolroom fight But still he's a-singin' from mornin' till night When I die, take my saddle from the wall Place it on my old pony, lead him out of his stall Tie my bones to my saddle and turn our faces to the West And we'll ride the prairie we love the best I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw Their tails are all matted, and their backs are all raw