My Old Paint - Harry Belafonte

I ride an old Paint, I lead an old Dan

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

They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw

Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw

Ride around, little doggies, 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 the daughter went wrong

His wife got killed in a pool-room fight

Still he keeps singing from morning till night

Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow

For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go

My feet are in the stirrups, my hand is on the horn

I’m the best old cowboy that ever was born

But a cowboy rides single, like it or not

So I guess that old paint is the best friend I got

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow

For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go

Oh, when I die, take my saddle from the wall

Put 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 loved the best

Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow

For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go

I worked in the city, I worked on the farm

All I got to show is the muscle on my arm

Blisters on my feet and callous on my hands

And I’m going to Montana to throw the Houlihan

Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow

For the fiery and snuffy are a rarin' to go