I ride an old paintnI lead an old damnI'm a-going to MontananTo throw a houlihannThey lead in the cooliesnAnd they water in the drawnTheir tails are all mattednAnd their backs are all rawnnRide around little doggiesnRide around slownFor the fiery and the snuffy are raring to gonnOld Bill JonesnHad two daughters and a sonnOne went to collegenThe other went wrongnHis wife was killed in a ballroom fightnBut still he sings from morning til' nightnnRide around little doggiesnRide around slownFor the fiery and the snuffy are raring to gonnWhen I dienTake my saddle from the wallnPut it up on my ponynLead him out from his stallnTie my bones to his backnTurn our faces to the westnWe'll ride the prairienThat we love the bestnnRide around little doggiesnRide around slownFor the fiery and the snuffy are raring to gonnRide around little doggiesnRide around slownFor the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go