I ride an old paint, I lead an old dam Goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan Feed 'em in the coulees, and water in the draw Their rails are all matted and their backs are all raw Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son Son went to college, and his daughter went wrong His wife got killed in a free-for-all fight Still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go When I die, take my saddle from the wall Put it onto my pony, lead him out of his stall Tie my bones to his back, and turn her faces to the west We'll ride the prairies that we loved the best Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go I've worked in a town, and I've worked in a farm All I got to show is the muscle in my arm Blisters on the feet, and callous on my hand And I'm a-goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go