I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan
Goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan
Feed them in the coulees and water in the draw
Their tails are all matted and 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
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 raring to go
When I die, take my saddle from the wall
Put it on to my pony, lead him out of his stall
Tie my bones on his back and turn our faces to the West
We'll ride the prairies that we love the best
Ride around little dogies ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are raring to go
I've worked in a town and I've worked in the farm
All I got to show's just this muscle in muh arm
Blisters on muh feet callus on muh hand
And I'm a-goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan
Ride around little dogies ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are raring to go
Ride around little dogies ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are raring to go.