Old Paint - 2017 Remaster

I ride an old paint
 I lead an old dam
 I'm going 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
 Ride around
 Ride around real slow
 The fiery, and the snuffy are raring to go...
 Old 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
 Ride around
 Ride around real slow
 Well the fiery, and the snuffy are raring to go...
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 Well, when I die
 Take my saddle from the wall
 Put it on my pony
 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
 Ride around
 Ride around real slow
 Well the fiery, and the snuffy are raring to go
 Ride around
 Ride around real slow
 Well the fiery, and the snuffy are raring to go...