Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old Paint, artist - The Weavers. Date of issue: 31.08.2011
Song language: English
Old Paint |
| I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan |
| I’m goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan |
| I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan |
| I’m goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan |
| They feed in the coulees, they 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 |
| Some went to college and the daughter went wrong |
| His wife, she got killed in a poolroom fight |
| But still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night |
| Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow |
| For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go |
| I worked in the city, worked in the farm |
| All I’ve got to show is this muscle in my arm |
| Blisters on my feet, callus on my hands |
| And I’m goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan |
| Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow |
| For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go |
| When I die, take my saddle from the wall |
| Place it on my pony, lead him out of his stall |
| Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the West |
| And we’ll ride the prairie that we love the best |
| Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow |
| For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go |