(Verse 1):
I ride an old paint
I lead an old dam
I'm goin' to Montana to throw a hoolihan
They feed in the coolies
They water in the draw
Their tails are all matted
their backs are all raw
(Chorus):
Ride Around
Ride Around real slow
the fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go
(Verse 2):
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 singin' from mornin' till night
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3):
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
(Repeat Chorus)