I ride an ol' paint, I lead an ol' dan.
I'm goin' to Montana to throw the hoolihan.
They feed them in the coulees, they water in the draw.
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.
Ride around, little dogies!
Ride 'round them slow!
For the fiery and snuffy
Are rarin' to go.
Ol' Bill Jones had a daughter and a son,
Son went to college and the daughter went wrong.
His wife got killed in a poolroom fight,
Still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night.
Ride around, little dogies...
When I die, take my saddle from the wall!
Put it onto 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... (2x)