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I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan

And I'm goin' to Montana, for to throw the Houlihan

Where they feed in the coulees, and they water in the draw

And their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw

Ride around them dogies, ride around them slow

They're fiery and snuffy and a-rarin' to go

Now old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song

One went to college, and the other went wrong

And his wife, she got killed in a poolroom fight

Still he sings from mornin' till night

Ride around them dogies, ride around them slow

They're fiery and snuffy and a-rarin' to go

(Play that harp now)

When I die, take my saddle from the wall

Place it on my old pony, lead him out of the stall

Tie my bones to the saddle, turn our faces toward the West

We'll both ride the prairie that we love the best

Ride around them dogies, ride around them slow

They're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go

Goodbye, old paint, I'm leavin' Cheyenne

Goodbye, old paint, I'm leavin' Cheyenne

Leavin' Cheyenne, going to Montana

Goodbye, old paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne

Ride around, old paint, I'm leavin' Cheyenne

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