| I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan
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| I’m off to Montan' for to throw the hooley ann
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| They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
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| Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw
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| Ride around little dogies, ride around slow
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| The fiery and snuffy are raring to go
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| Well John’s had two daughters and the song
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| One went to Denver the other went wrong
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| His young wife died in a poolroom fight
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| But he tries to keep singing from morning till night
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| Ride around little dogies, ride around slow
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| The fiery and snuffy are raring to go
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| When I die take my saddle from the wall
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| Strap it my pony, lead him out of the stall
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| Throw my bones on his back, turn our faces to the west
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| And we’ll ride the prairie that we love the best
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| Ride around little dogies, ride around slow
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| The fiery and snuffy are raring to go |