I ride an old paint, I lead an old dam
Goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan
Feed 'em in the coulees, and water in the draw
Their rails are all matted and their backs are all raw

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go

Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son
Son went to college, and his daughter went wrong
His wife got killed in a free-for-all fight
Still he keeps singin' from mornin' till night

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go

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, and turn her faces to the west
We'll ride the prairies that we loved the best

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go

I've worked in a town, and I've worked in a farm
All I got to show is the muscle in my arm
Blisters on the feet, and callous on my hand
And I'm a-goin' to Montana to throw the houlihan

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow
For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go

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Writer(s): WOODY GUTHRIE