I ride an old paint   I lead an old dam   I'm a-going to Montana   To throw a houlihan   They lead in the coolies   And they water in the draw   Their tails are all matted   And their backs are all raw      Ride around little doggies   Ride around slow   For the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go      Old Bill Jones   Had two daughters and a son   One went to college   The other went wrong   His wife was killed in a ballroom fight   But still he sings from morning til' night      Ride around little doggies   Ride around slow   For the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go      When I die   Take my saddle from the wall   Put it up on my pony   Lead him out from his stall   Tie my bones to his back   Turn our faces to the west   We'll ride the prairie   That we love the best      Ride around little doggies   Ride around slow   For the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go      Ride around little doggies   Ride around slow   For the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go