Lyrics Hit The Road To Dreamland - Tal Farlow

Hit The Road To Dreamland

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
Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow
They’re fiery and snuffy and a-raring to go
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
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
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