Lyrics

[Verse 1] I ride an old paint, lead an old dam Going to Montana to throw the houlihan Feed them in the coulees, and water in the draw Tails are all matted and their backs are all raw [Chorus] Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow They're fiery and snuffy and a-raring to go [Verse 2] Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song One went to college, and the other went wrong His wife got killed in a free-for-all fight Still he keeps singing from morning till night [Chorus] I've worked in your town, worked on your farm And all I got to show is the muscle in my arm Blisters on my feet, and the callous on my hand And I'm a-going to Montana to throw the houlihan [Chorus] When I die, take my saddle from the wall Put it on my pony, lead him out of his stall Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west We'll ride the prairie that we loved the best [Chorus][x2]