Old Paint - Linda Ronstadt

I ride an old paint

I lead an old dam

I’m going to Montana

To throw a houlihan

They feed in the coolies

They water in the draw

Their tails are all matted

Their backs are all raw

Ride around

Ride around real slow

The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Old Bill Brown

Had a daughter and a son

One went to Denver

And the other went wrong

His wife she died in a poolroom fight

And still he keeps singing from morning til night

Ride around

Ride around real slow

Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Well when I die

Take my saddle from the wall

Put it on my pony

And lead him from his stall

Tie my bones to his back

Turn our faces to the west

And we’ll ride the prairie

That we like the best

Ride around

Ride around real slow

Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

Ride around

Ride around real slow

Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go