I ride on old paint
I lead on an old dam
I'm goin' to Montana

To throw a houlihan
They feed in the coolies
They water in the draw

Their tails are all matted
Their backs are all raw


Chorus

Ride around

Ride around real slow
The fiery and the snuffy are raing to go


Now ol' 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 singing from morning til night


Repeat Chorus


Well when I die
Take my sadle from the wall
Put it on my poney

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 like the best


Repeat Chorus 2X